Monday morning arrived and they still hadn’t left.

I woke to the feel of a thick cock sliding back into my sore, overflowing cunt. My eyes fluttered open. Harlan was behind me, one arm locked around my waist, fucking me in slow, deep strokes while I was still half-asleep. The stretch burned in the best way. My body was so used to them now that even in sleep it had stayed open and wet for whoever wanted it first.

“Morning,” he muttered against my ear. His hand slid up and squeezed my breast, pinching the nipple until I whimpered. “Last full day before we let you put clothes on again....