Zhenya, inspired by the fact that she again successfully managed to play on Arina's feelings and fears, jumped off the seat and sat down on the sofa right between Dima and Angela. She took the most convenient place to watch the show, arranged by her friend. A meter away from her, the neck of the bottle was already buried in the woman’s labia, when suddenly she decided to add emotion to what was happening.
- Look in my eyes! - She said domino, continuing to practice the sophistication of humiliation.
At the same time, as the bottleneck began to penetrate the vagina, Arina slowly raised her head and, blinking, stared at her offender. If Zhenya could clearly see her experimental eyes, she would easily have read in them both anger, and resentment, and prayers for mercy. But all around were only visible nervous movements of the body of a naked woman, who had long been morally crushed thanks to the efforts of five ruthless observers. Entering the neck in her bosom up to the sharp thickening of the bottle, Arina stopped.

- Well? What stopped? - continued to mock Angela. - Come on, up and down, up and down, jump-jump, jump-jump!
Arina really lifted herself up on her improvised phaloimmitator, and then sank down again. Squatting, she quickly adapted herself and began to gradually accelerate the pace, feeling that this procedure was very pleasant to her physically.
According to the law of meanness, the melody changed on the radio, and the sullen howl of the vocalist was replaced by incendiary music, at the rate of which Arina immediately adjusted, not realizing it herself. All the observers of the colorful performance smiled at the correspondence of the music and the spectacle before them.
A woman galloping on the table, for convenience, slightly changed the inclination of the bottle and her neck began to touch particularly sensitive points inside her. Public humiliation began to fade into the background, and her pleasure came to the first. The pleasure of her shame, coupled with sexual manipulation, in which she had not the first hour played the most important role. But, as usual, they did not give her full satisfaction.

- Now in the ass! - Angela exclaimed, ordering this spectacle.
Reluctantly, Arina stopped jumping and put a neck wet from her lubrication to her anus. Having relaxed muscles, without much difficulty she straddled the bottle with the second hole and habitually stopped, buried in her thickening.
- Good girl, go on! - I heard her praise.
Closing her eyes with pleasure, Arina again began to adapt to the tempo of the song, feeling less discomfort with each movement. Everyone around was silent, each thinking about his own. When the woman's legs began to get tired, she opened her eyes and saw that everyone was still staring at her with obvious interest, and Dima even strokes a member who has risen to its full length. “I wish I could be on it now, and not on this bottle,” the order of an excited woman flashed through my head.
Seeing the movement of her head and eyes aimed at a member of her driver, pleased with what was happening, Angela decided to encourage the diligent actress.

- Want him? - She said mischievously. Arina did not answer, but nodded slightly. - Ok, jump, deserved!
The woman seemed to have been waiting for this all evening. She literally jumped off the neck of the bottle and in one step covered the distance from the table to the sofa. Spreading her legs wide on both sides of Dima, she abruptly sat down and, clutching her neck, so as not to fall, abruptly planted on his penis.Nobody asked the desire of the man himself, it was clear to everyone that he was not against it either. Moreover, in a couple of minutes he would have pounced on the blonde who had entered the rage himself and would have rudely seen her in public.
Now he clearly felt the heat of her body, not to mention the readiness of her holes to take a real member.
Zhenya and Angela were a little away from the mating couple, seeing that they stopped noticing everything around.
- Here is a whore! - Astonished by the actions of Arina, Lyudmila spoke up.

- What am I talking about? - Enough said Eugene.
At this moment, Dima, tired of today's increased initiative of women, decided to change her posture and, finally, fuck Arina in the second hole, which she was so actively developing before him.
- Stand up. - He said, but an enthusiastic woman did not listen to him, continuing to squirm on his penis. - Hey, whore, smite! - He exclaimed jokingly, feeling his brazen use for his own purposes.
Grabbing Arina by the buttocks, the man jerked her off from himself and, rising from the couch, pulled the woman behind him. Coming out of the table, he stood at his side, and Arina set himself up for anything he set before himself. Pressing his hand on her back, he silently made her bend down and rest his hands on the table. Pushing even lower, he bent her lower back, forcing her ass to bulge. Then parted the woman's buttocks, Dima put a member to her anus and almost without preparation began to fray through the narrow sphincter, which she had not yet had time to relax.

- Ay! Painfully! - She screamed, but the man was not going to be indulgent.
Introducing a member in a stubborn ass to the ground, he immediately began to rudely fuck Arina, not paying attention to her heightened screams. But less than a couple of minutes, as they changed the tonality.
- BUT! BUT! BUT! Yes! Still! - To everyone's surprise, the blonde fell off the lips.
- Ofiget, well, really, a rare whore! - Lyudmila continued to wonder. - Where did I still see you. - she mysteriously added, looking into Arina’s open mouth and at her twitching tits.
A woman was sitting across from her face. Curiosity took its toll and, stretching out her hand to him, she tried to remove the annoying mask.
- Hey! It is also worth the money! - Zhenya was alarmed, in an instant having estimated that confidentiality is the last thing left for Arina, for her honor and dignity were sold for a penny.
- How many? - Lyudmila asked passionately.
- Ten thousand.
- Give up! - She exclaimed, fished out of her purse and threw a couple of new bills in the direction of Zhenya.

All the thoughts and feelings of Arina were occupied by a torn anus, so she did not even hear the price and the subject of bargaining. Once again reaching for the mask, Lyudmila tore it off in one motion. In the first few seconds, Arina’s flushed face, with her eyes closed and her hair stuck together with sweat and tears, did not clear anything for Ludmila. The generous woman had already managed to become disillusioned with the “unsuccessful purchase”, when suddenly, in a fit of passion, Arina ran a hand over her face, and then over her own chest. Suddenly Lyudmila dawned:
- Nichrome myself! - Lyudmila exclaimed, finally recognizing Arina. - Angel, it's a whore from that evening!
- Exactly! - Her friend agreed. - And then I think that something has often come to us all kinds of whores! And this is the same, it turns out! Small world!
The world of a small town really turned out to be very cramped. Lyudmila and Angela were the ladies who, frankly and without choosing expressions, discussed the appearance of Arina in the women's toilet at yesterday's event. And at that time she was hiding in the next booth and absorbed every humiliating word spoken about her.

Laughing, Ludmila leaned back in her chair and took the phone out of her purse. Having made some successful shots, she even made a short but effective video. No one, not even Sasha, as the most sane and adequate of those present, stopped her.
Moreover, the opposite is true, they focused on Arina, who began to stop simultaneously with Dima, who was filling her ass with hot sperm. Having screamed, the woman exhaustedly fell a breast on a table and stopped, trying to enjoy a rare anal orgasm.
- Well, you fucking give! - Lyudmila said, either admiring, or marveling at what she saw. It was also not clear what surprised her the most: the spectacular scene of the final fucking, the very reaction of the obedient blonde, or how Zhenya, not planning on herself, managed to arrange a real show out of nothing.

Arina still could not calm her breath, therefore Dima carefully put it on the sofa. The men themselves, setting an example to their superiors, suddenly began to dress hastily. They have already received theirs. Zhenya, trying to put her thoughts in order, watched the gathering of guests with a foggy look. Five minutes later, hastily dressed Ludmila, she thrust into her hand an unsightly business card, on which only her name, patronymic and mobile number were written.
- Call me in a couple of days. - At the same time, the whole four, without saying goodbye, quickly left the hall, leaving the women alone with the mess, empty bottles and money scattered around the table.
Reluctantly getting up from the chair, Zhenya went to the internal telephone.
- Ale ... How much do I owe you? Okay...
The blood began to flow from the face of Arina and she began to gradually recover. In her eyes, Zhenya also gradually got dressed, counted the money and smiled mysteriously. Putting aside much of their entertainment, she divided the remaining amount equally and, going up to Arina, simply threw them on her stomach.
- Hold, earned, slut! Call you on the phone! - With these words, she unsteadily walked out of the room, leaving Arina naked, humiliated and fucked in private with her experiences.