We all took a break, the men to recuperate and Kathy helped me clean my face with a clean bar rag she found behind the bar. Guy 1 was opening the other bottle of champagne and pouring out more glasses. I looked at Kathy and asked how much longer.

"Twenty minutes," she replied.

I shook my head in despair. Guy 2 stood in front of me and told me to get on my knees and get him hard again.

"I want to fuck your whore cunt again." Yeah, I definitely hated him the worst of the two men. My guy was a gentleman in comparison.

I sank to my knees...