Shelly’s eyes began to burn, as she refused to even blink, but hearing those words from her master’s lips sent a lightning bolt to her very essence.I was invited to step outside which l eagerly did and leant against the car, guys seem to appear from nowhere l was surrounded by them, my top and bra was lifted by a guy in front of me, someone’s hand was in my knickers granny finger fucking me while l had a cock in each hand with a few onlookers wanking themselves.I said smiling lustfully.She was gone now—her mind was a mess of feelings and emotion.Not only was I not in the mood, but he was apparently in no shape to even attempt it.She said she would be happy to do so.Dakota asks if she can fix me a plate of food.He was looking at her expectantly.Okay, as long as it isn't covered with flowers and trimmed with lace.Ashley hopped on the bed and sat against the headboard.He finally stumbled back in around 11pm, rather noticably drunk, and quickly went on the phone and had a short Old Farts conversation in Polish or Czech before stripping down to his form fitting light blue underwear and turning into bed.None of us could have imagined what Jill, Dakota and David had up their sleeves for us. When she said that it had nothing to do with drinking I said that I would join in. Little did I realise what was involved and it wasn’t long before bodies were twisted into all sorts of weird positions. You can just imagine what I was showing wearing only that dress. At times there were faces right in front of my chest and even between my legs (both men and women). One time granny when we all collapsed a hand was playing with my clit and a finger went in my hole for a few seconds. The thing was, I couldn’t see who they were attached to. This game went on for ages and I seemed to be the only one that played in each session. I enjoyed it, it was a good laugh and I got a thrill out of knowing Old Farts that so many people were looking at my naked bits. No one said anything, maybe that was because just about everyone there had had enough to drink to make them relax.Friday - I woke up at lunchtime in Jon’s bed. I don’t remember the last part of the party, or coming home. The dampness of my pussy told me that Jon had fucked me, but I can’t remember any of it. Jon was still asleep when I got up and we spent the rest of the day getting over our hangovers.