I woke naturally to find the bed empty. That was not surprising as I had agreed with Dean that he would spend the night elsewhere. He had been horny all week with thoughts about what I was to embark upon but with the big day having arrived, I did not want to wear myself out satisfying his needs. Instead, he had gone to the Captain’s house and had spent the night with her instead. She had agreed to join in as the extra female but in truth, for her it was going to be a bit of playing with some cock and teasing some men. For me, the expectation was that over three hours I was going to be fucked by all twenty men who had signed up to take part.

Out of the corner of my eye I caught the flashing light that indicated my phone had a message waiting for me. Rolling over in the bed, I pushed myself up until I sat on my bum, my feet hanging over the edge of the mattress. Reaching for the phone I blinked repeatedly as I tried to clear the sleep from my eyes. Sleep had not come easy and I had spent the night thinking about the events to come and it had left me horny and desperate.

Giving a swipe of my finger, I opened my phone and immediately a photograph of Dean’s cock buried deep in the Captain’s cunt reached my eyes. “Thought you might need something to get you in the mood,” the text along the bottom of the photograph read.

“I don’t need turning on even more,” I thought to myself as I studied the photograph while idly slipping a hand between my legs. Falling backwards on the bed, I pushed two fingers down and into my hole, causing myself to gasp in the process as my vagina opened itself up wet and ready for the day ahead.

For a moment, I played with myself, sliding fingers in and out, touching my clit and gently building myself towards an orgasm. “No, no no!” I shouted as I realised, I was on the verge of making myself cum, “you need to save yourself for later.”

The sound of a key in the front door made me climb out of bed and I stepped out, naked, on to the landing. Looking down the stairs towards the front door I watched as Dean and the Captain stepped into the house. Seeing me, the two of them looked up at my naked body, lust filling Dean’s eyes while the Captain had a glint of jealousy in hers. “You’ve only just got up?” Dean asked, a sound of worry in his voice.

“Yes,” I replied as I took in the sight of both of them. Dean was wearing knee length shorts and a tank top that allowed him to show off his muscular arms while the Captain wore a short, red shirt dress. “I just need to shower, and I’ll be ready.”

“Well you better hurry up,” commented the Captain. “We’ve just driven past the club and there is already a group of eager men stood outside waiting for the changing rooms to be opened.”

“OK,” I grumbled before diving into the bathroom.

Twenty minutes later fresh and dry I returned to the bedroom. Dean and the Captain sat on the edge of the bed, the Captain sitting on my husband’s lap while his hand probed the area between her legs. “Don’t mind me,” I commented as I watched the pair of them.

To get to the wardrobe I needed, I had to walk past Dean and as I did so he pulled the hand from between the Captain’s legs and caught me by the hip instead. He spun me around so that I faced him and then, without asking, thrust the same hand against my pussy. I gasped as his fingers probed my clitoris. “You’ll make me late,” I complained as Dean’s touch sent bolts of electric through my body.

“You’re so worried about whether you will have the stamina for this,” he commented, “of course you will, you’re the nastiest slut I’ve ever met.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” Dean said as he moved his hand again, this time putting it around my back so that he could pull me towards him. The three of us fell over onto the bed, Dean ending up under myself and the Captain as my nipples fell into his mouth. He licked and kissed it while the Captain leaned in close and our lips met.

“There’s no other girl could manage this,” she whispered as our tongues touched. We kissed deeply and as we did so I realised that her hand was stroking my ass.

“Come on,” I said, pushing myself out of the embrace of my husband and his lover, “we need to get to the club.”

Standing, I grabbed a mini skirt and a loose top from the wardrobe, pulling them on before heading downstairs. I had packed a kit bag the night before and as I collected it, I slipped a pair of flip flops onto my feet.  Stepping outside the warmth of the day hit me, it was the warmest I had felt so far during the year. “Wow,” I said as I turned around to check that the other two were following me.

“Get in the car,” I heard Dean say and he held out the key as I heard the door locks click. I climbed into the back seat as my husband got into the driver’s seat. “What are you doing in the back,” Dean asked as he looked into the rear-view mirror to see me.

“Well, I can’t do this in the front?” I replied and pushed my bum forward while I opened my legs so that I flashed him.

“I can do that,” the Captain joked, and she climbed in on top of me, copying my position in the process so that Dean got an eye full of both of our vaginas.

“Right,” Dean said and starting the engine the car pulled forward as I slipped a hand around and on top of the Captain, my fingers sliding into her hole as I did so.

By the time we got to the rugby club the Captain was right on the edge, desperate to cum and yet unable to because of the teasing way in which I was touching her. It was a moment that I did not want to end, and I continued to play with her even as Paul approached the car. He looked in through the window to say hello and was visibly shocked by the sight that greeted him.

Opening the door, Paul leaned further into the car, “umm, can we get a move on?” he asked as he took in the sight.

“Sure,” I replied, and I plunged my fingers deep into the Captain, finally taking her over the edge. The orgasm that washed over her was powerful and the Captain gave out a loud scream as her muscles spasmed.

As her pleasure subsided, the Captain gingerly climbed out of the vehicle, placing a hand on the roof to steady herself as she did so. Following her, I stepped out, finding myself stood next to Paul and I gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. “Are you really ready for us?” I asked with a flirtatious smile.

“Umm, yeah,” Paul replied, his voice quivering as he spoke, “if you follow me, I’ll take you to your changing room.”

Slipping an arm through Paul’s I walked with him towards the club house and down into the changing room areas until we got to a door. “This is your changing room,” Paul commented, “I need you ready in about half an hour?”

I nodded and Paul turned to walk away but then it dawned on me what he had said, and I opened the door and looked inside. It was just a changing room, there was nobody in there. “Paul!” I called out and I noticed him stop in his tracks at the end of the corridor. “Where are all the guys?”

“They’re over in changing room 1, I figured you would want some space for just you and the Captain?”

The comment made me smile and I looked at the Captain, “you can stay here or come with me, whichever you prefer.” Then, heading down the corridor I went straight to changing room 1. As I pushed open the door the sound of men chatting reached my ears. They were clearly all horny as they were talking about what they wanted to do to me. A couple of the voices were familiar, and I realised that they were men I had already been fucked by and they were eagerly recounting stories about me.

“Excuse me guys,” I called out and there was a roar of approval from within. “Is it OK if I come and change in here?”

“Yeah, sure,” one of the men replied and I walked into a room that was rammed with testosterone in various states of undress. “Why do you want to change in here then?” the same voice asked.

“By the end of today, every single one of you will have had me, so what do I have to hide?”

“That’s true,” a voice said to the side of me and as he spoke, I felt his hand reach under my skirt and squeeze my backside.

Leaning into him, I whispered into his ear, “does it feel good to you?”

“It’ll feel even better when I am inside you,” he replied, and I looked down to see him grab his crotch through his boxer shorts and shake it up and down.

In truth, I know that many women are turned off by guys when they talk in such a way, playful and derogatory but not me. I love it when a guy makes it clear he wants to fuck me, when he suggests that I am a slag or a whore and even better when he fucks me like my feelings are unimportant.

Walking across the changing room I took a seat in the middle of the bench. It was pretty much the only bit of space. As I did so the Captain came and sat alongside me, her legs shaking with nerves as she positioned herself next to me. “You feeling nervous?” I asked and she nodded her head. “It’ll be fine, remember you are just in the background and maybe a bit of fun if you want it, the main feature is me.”

In the far corner of the room, one of the three black guys present stripped off his clothes to reveal his cock, “Jesus Christ,” one of the other men said on seeing it. “Hey Jess, have you seen this, do you think you can take all of that?” I looked over to see the man with the big dick stood there, proudly letting it swing back and fore while the head seemed to almost reach his knees.

“I guess we’ll have to see,” I replied, “maybe I should take him for December?”

“December?”

“Yeah, you know, 12 inches for the 12^th month.”

Pulling my rugby socks on, I then laced up my boots before standing up. “Well I guess this is the moment that you all want?” I called out to the room. Waiting until every man had focused their attention on me, I pulled my top up and over my head before releasing my skirt and letting it fall to the floor. Naked but for my socks and boots, a cheer went up from the men as they realised that the chance to fuck me was approaching.

There was a knock at the door of the changing room and a moment later Paul walked into the room. “Are we all ready?” he asked before realising that I was naked in the room. “Wow!” he commented before retreating.

I headed for the pitch, followed by all the men and then finally the Captain who, while she had stripped down naked, had decided to cover herself up with her rugby shirt. Stood on the grass in the middle was Paul, his camera set up ready to photograph everything. “How do you want this to play out?”

“Well, how about we start with some warming up exercises?”

The comment made me smile, “we can if you want to but in truth, I’m about as wet and ready as I could ever be.”

“Still…” Paul said without providing any explanation and I wondered if he was nervous about ordering me around.

“Look Paul, I’m a total slag, just tell me what you want to see, and I’ll do it.”

“Right, how about you open your legs and the Captain kneels between you eating your cunt while a couple of the guys stand on either side of you and grope your tits?”

“Sounds good to me,” I commented before positioning myself in front of the camera. Giving a wave of my hand I called the Captain over and she knelt between my legs, the warmth of her tongue sending a shiver through me as it pressed against my clitoris. Two of the men, eager to get involved early on stepped in and stood either side of me. Rough hands, stroking the skin of my breasts as they did so. Paul purred to himself as he saw the scene form in front of him and his camera started to click away.

“Now, how about we do some open legged stretching?” Paul said and I turned my back to the camera. The men joined me in standing there in their shorts, stretching while others lay on the ground directly behind me. It created the impression that they had all been suddenly shocked by the sight of my pussy during a warm-up exercise.

I bent forward at the waist, grasping my ankles until I was completely doubled up. My heavy breasts fell towards my face as I saw one of the men who had just groped me step close a second time. He placed a hand on my back and another on my ass as if he was supporting my stretching. “Finger her,” Paul commented and the man’s hand crept closer to my hole until, gently, her inserted two fingers into me. “Amazing!” Paul commented as he moved around so that he could get a close up of my wet cunt being penetrated.

“Can we move on to some cock now?” I asked from my exposed position, a smile on my face as I looked upwards towards the man who was touching me. He was wearing shorts but underneath them he was wearing nothing, and his thick, semi-erect cock was peeking at me from the end of his shorts.

“Alright,” Paul replied. Looking around the pitch he considered his options for a moment. “Can the guys form a ruck over here?” he asked, pointing to an area of the pitch that was just a few metres away. The man who had been touching me stepped towards the ruck, but Paul caught hold of him with his hand and pulled him back, “not you, you’re going to be first.”

Standing back up Paul guided me over to the ruck and got me to join in, bending over again at the waist so that my head could be seen between my legs. From my position I watched as Paul placed a rugby ball directly beneath my head and then, turning to the man he had selected he smiled. “I need you to put your cock in her mouth.”

The man did not need to be asked twice and he knelt behind me, pulling his shorts down as he did so before edging forward until, from my position I could take most of his length into my mouth. Then, unexpectedly I felt the rough touch of his tongue as it slid over my clitoris and I realised that he was eating me.

“You OK down there?” asked the Captain as she stepped up and reached down so that she could put her hands on the ball.

“Mmm,” I mumbled, my mouth too busy as it worked the cock to pay any real attention to what the Captain was doing.  Meanwhile the sound of the camera clicking and the sensation of Paul moving around, his breathing heavy and excited at the sight.

The guy in my mouth was now fully hard and I heard him groan as I worked his cock. “Any chance I can drop a load in her cunt?” he commented as I pushed his length to the back of my throat.

“Sure, if the two of you come over here and bring the ball with you.”

Doing as asked, I joined Paul as the guy who I had just been sucking off stood alongside me, his arm over my shoulder, his cock fully erect. Placing a hand on his length, I slowly stroked back and fore along it as I waited for Paul to explain what he wanted.

“Jess, lie on the floor as if you have just dived for a try and then your new friend here will lie on top and fuck you until he explodes.”

I smiled at the request before doing as asked, Paul lying down in front of me to get photographs of my smiling face next to the ball. Behind me I could feel my latest lover pulling on my hips, lifting them slightly so that he could get a better view of my pussy.

“Are you really sure that you want me to fuck you?” the guy asked, his voice suddenly nervous as if he was worried that I would not consent.

“Just put it in me, I want to feel that hot cum.”

The guy did as he had been told and I felt his body pushing down on me followed a moment later by the sensation of his dick entering my wet hole. He grunted again as he started to pump himself in and out of me as his heavy balls slapped against my clit. I moaned gently, in reality I was a long way from cumming, but being fucked like this was an amazing sensation. Then, without warning I felt his body tighten and seconds later the flow of warm sperm burst from the end of his cock and deep into me. He sighed deeply and then his body went limp, collapsing on to me as his cock managed its last squirt.

There was a cheer from the other guys as they watched me wriggle out from beneath the body of my latest lover. His cum dribbling from me as I did so. “Captain, why don’t you get in there and try some?” Paul hinted and as the gathering of men studied my now fucked body, I saw the Captain kneel before me, her tongue protruding towards my hole.

“Who’s next?” I asked jokingly and every single one of the boys raised a hand.

“Right, so I was thinking that next we do a scrum and Jess lies in the tunnel between the front rows and all six guys wank off over her.”

“A rugby cum bath,” I said as half the group stepped forward to volunteer their services.

It did not take long to form the scrum, the props and second rows joining in so that it was stable. Getting down on my hands and knees I carefully crawled into position, cocks brushing against my body as I did so. Then, lying down on the grass I rotated myself around and opened my legs. Moving carefully, I was able to get to all six cocks with my mouth and hands while also giving the occasional kiss to the four guys whose heads were locked into place as viewers.

“You may need to help them,” I commented and as I watched the second rows each reached forward with varying degrees of enthusiasm to grab the front rows cocks. All six cocks were pumped hard their heads bobbing up and down in front of me as I moved around tasting each one in turn. Then, unexpectedly, as I placed myself in front of one of the two middle cocks there was an explosion of cum which splashed onto my face and boobs.

“Sorry,” a voice said above me, “I’m not sure where that came from.”

“It’s not a problem,” I replied as I took his cock into my mouth and cleaned up string of cum that was dripping from the end of it with my tongue. Then, leaning back, I let him see my cum covered body before placing a gentle kiss on his lips. To the side of him, another man groaned, and I just manged to get my body into place in time as his cum splashed out, some of it landing on the grass before I caught the rest of my hips and pussy.

The fact that two of them had already cum brought the other four to their climax far quicker than I expected and so all I could do was lie then and let the cum splash all over. Now that all six were drained the scrum quickly broke apart and Paul was able to step in and get close up photograph. As he did so the Captain joined me, her tongue eager to lap up all of the cum that I had been drenched in. Then, holding it all in her mouth she brought her head level with mine and we kissed. Cum dribbled from her tongue and onto and between my lips where I swallowed it drop by drop.

“Right, that’s seven of you drained,” I said as I stood back up, “what are we going to do next?”

Paul smiled, “so my next idea is a lineout.”

“Right.”

“We’re going to lift you up onto the tallest guy’s mouth, so he is eating you while you are in the air, then, we will lower you and he will maul on top of you and fucking you on the ground.”

“If he is the tallest guy, then I hope he has the biggest cock as well?” I commented.

“Second,” a voice said, and I turned to see the tallest one step forward, “LK has the biggest.” As he spoke, he waved a hand towards one of the three black guys who had turned up for the day.

It did not take much to setup the lineout and two of the guys who I had already drained lifted me up, my legs open, until my crotch sat on the mouth of my newest lover. I was high in the air and worried about falling but it turns out that sometimes tall people also have very long tongues, and he plunged his deep into me. For the first time I felt a potential surge of orgasm, but I was certain that cumming in such a position would be dangerous for me so instead I pushed it back down.

“Now,” Paul called out and I found myself being dropped back to the floor. Bending over I felt two men binding on to the side of me while the tall guy slipped his cock into my mouth. Instantly it became hard as I tasted it and so letting myself fall backwards the guy dropped down on top of me, landing between my open legs. He slid into my hole, making me gasp as his size stretched me. His hips started to gyrate, and I realised that he wanted to fuck me properly as I surrendered myself to his strength.

Everyone else who had been involved stepped away choosing to watch the two of us fuck rather than take part themselves. Being fucked by such a tall, powerful man with such a large cock was intense and it did not take much to finally bring me complete pleasure. My mouth opening, I screamed with pleasure as the first wave of orgasm hit me, each thrust pushing me to another peak that seemed to be never ending. Down below, my cunt started to throb, tugging on his length in the process so that as I reached my final peak my lover arrived at his own. “Grrr” he groaned as he pushed deep into me, his throbbing length squirting thick loads of cum deep into me.

He rolled off me, lying next to my own exhausted body as I took a moment to recover, my chest heaving with the exertions of my orgasm. “Right, is anybody prepared to try double vag with her?” Paul asked and I looked at him and smiled before looking over at the remaining guys.

“Can she manage double vag?” someone asked, and I shot them all a look.

“Of course I can manage double vag but it requires a particularly nasty couple of guys.”

Climbing back to my feet I looked each of them in the eyes one after the other. “Come on, there must be two of you prepared to try it?” I asked but all I got back was blank faces.

Then, one of the two other black guys stepped forward, a wicked grin on his face. “We’ll do it,” he said signalling towards the third.

Taking both of them by the hand I guided them over to a bench. “One of you sit down,” I said and as he did so I turned my back to him while I straddled his cock. It was big but not as large as the last one I had taken, and it slid in easily. Leaning back, I beckoned towards the other one who climbed into position, holding his cock against the of his friend. “You ready for this Paul?” I asked, looking over the shoulder of my new lover.

“You getting double fucked by two black guys? I’ve never been readier.”

Sliding myself up and down I felt a moment of pain as my body stretched to accommodate both men but then they were in me, together. The two of them found a rhythm and together they fucked me hard. My own body gasping as they filled me with both of their cocks.

“Any chance you can take one of them in the ass?” Paul asked and I smiled.

“Sure,” I replied before pushing the one in front of me out of the way. Standing, I guided him to sit down instead and straddling him from the front I climbed on top, our lips meeting in a kiss as I started to ride him. Meanwhile the other black cock joined behind me and touching against my ass for a moment, I felt him slowly edge his way into my backside. Together they found a rhythm again and the two of them fucked my holes as they drove me towards a second orgasm.

Reaching my peak, I moaned and thrust my hips backwards onto the cock in my ass. It was too much for him though and I felt him swell and then hot, cum gushed into my anal cavity. That he was cumming was enough to send the one in my pussy over the edge as well and all three of us orgasmed together.

I slid from them, lying on the grass, legs open, looking at the five guys who had yet to fuck me. “Right guys, all of you but LK, just take it in turns to finish yourselves off,” Paul commented and one by one the four remaining white guys ran a train on me. Each one taking it in turns to put a cock in whichever of my holes they preferred before fucking my desperately until they dropped their own load.

It did not take long to finish them all off and I lay there, cum dripping from every hole as Paul took some final photographs. “I think these might be more for my personal collection,” he joked as he took the shots. “Now it’s time for the last cock though, LK.”

“Yeah,” I said with a smile as I looked at the one guy who had not fucked me. At the same time I recalled what I had seen in the changing room, he was possibly the biggest cock I had ever seen. “Where did you find him anyway?” I asked Paul as he was someone I did not recognise from the club.

“He’s from up North, we advertised to find the biggest cock in rugby, and he volunteered.”

“Well, he is that, and now I think he will be the biggest cock in me.”

Standing up I walked over to him, “shall we do a shower room scene?”

LK nodded his head as a smile formed on his face, “do you really think you can take me?”

“Why, do other girls have problems?”

He grinned at the question, “of course other girls have problems, I only get half depth on most, and that’s the one who are prepared to try, some just run away altogether.”

“Well, I doubt you’ve ever met a slag like me, I will manage every inch.”

“We’ll see,” LK replied. Then, turning towards the changing rooms I let LK put an arm round me, as if he was taking ownership of my body.

By the time we got there the shower room was already giving off steam as all the other men showered under the hot water. Paul photographed LK as he took off his kit to reveal his enormous black cock again. It hung down between his legs and as he walked into the shower there was a roar of appreciation from the other men.

“You know, there might be a limit to what you can safely take,” Dean said as he joined to the side of me. Up until now he had watched from a distance but for once he had decided to intervene.

“I know,” I replied, “but I want to find that limit and then see if I can push it further.”

“He might well rearrange your insides, you’ve taken some big cocks but I’ve never seen you take something that massive.”

“And I want that,” I said as I slid my boots and socks from my feet, “I need that cock like no cock I have ever needed before.”

“What if he breaks you?” there was a definite hint of concern in Dean’s voice.

“Then my time as a slut ends with my greatest conquest.”

Dean wanted to add something more, but I put a finger against his lips to stop him from speaking, “this is going to happen, and it will happen now.” Stepping away from my husband, I turned and walked into the showers.

Stepping under the nearest stream of water I let it wash over my skin, cleaning away the cum that had been dumped on my skin and in my hair. The room was square and accommodated everyone comfortably so that in the right-hand corner I could see a naked Captain already working the cocks of some of the more virile of my assembled lovers. While in the opposite corner stood LK, the water washing down over his body and then dripping from the end of his cock.

I approached him, my hips seemingly swaying in time with the natural swing of his cock as he washed himself. Large cocks were always amazing and black cocks even more so, but it had been a long time since I had seen a cock that made me lust after it the way I did with his.

Reaching LK, I lowered into a crouch so that I could place my tongue against the tip of his cock. It twitched violently as I made contact with it, the head swinging into my face. Opening my mouth wide, I found myself only just able to fit the head into my mouth but carefully and slowly I managed to push him to the back of my throat. The cock seemed to grow even bigger as I serviced it, my mouth straining to contain what I had managed to fit into it.

Placing a hand on my shoulder, LK gently pulled my arms up until he held them in his hands and then he slowly encouraged me to stand next to him. We kissed, it was deep and passionate, our tongues meeting while LK’s hands started to roam over my own body. “Most of the slags I meet are older, women whose husband’s can’t get it up anymore,” he commented. “They tend to be droopy, out of shape, with an over inflated opinion of their own abilities.”

“And I’m not like that?”

“No,” LK replied as he squeezed a nipple between finger and thumb, “sure I’ve met attractive girls of your age who are eager to try big cock and who sleep around a bit but nothing like you. Nothing like the total slut you have shown yourself to be today.”

I smiled as I let LK turn me towards the wall of the shower room, pushing me against the cold tiles as the warm water continued to cascade over me. Opening my legs I watched as LK adjusted his position, lifting his huge cock up to my pussy. He gently pushed it in, and I felt my hole stretch as the tip of his head entered. Carefully he went deeper as I moaned at the sensations that his size was causing throughout my body.

LK looked down at his cock as it entered me, “wow, I’ve never seen my cock go quite so deep into a woman before,” he commented.

“It can go deeper,” I replied as he braced himself against me and pushed again. “Maybe we should try it with you lying down?”

Nodding, LK got down onto the floor, using his hand to point his cock towards the ceiling as I knelt beside him. Lifting a knee, I straddled over his legs for a moment, taking hold of the cock and pinning it against my body. It was clear that his full length would go deep, possible deeper than I would ever me able to manage but I had to try either way and so edging forward, I raised myself up and slid him into me again. Soon we were exactly at the depth we had been before when we had been standing but this time I needed to go further.

I let myself sink down further onto the cock until I felt pain deep inside as he reached parts of me that no man had ever touched before. Looking down I could see that I still had the best part of two inches to go. “Hey, don’t worry about it, that’s impressive,” LK said with a smile, but it was not enough for me. Thrusting my hips back and fore, I forced my legs to go weak so that only the size and hardness of LK’s cock held me in the air. It was the perfect solution and giving a loud cry of pain I felt myself suddenly drop onto him. My clit thumping into LK’s pubic bone in the process. Seconds later though, the pain was replaced with intense pleasure as I finally managed to take every inch of LK’s cock into me.

There was an audible gasp of “Wow” from the onlookers as they realised that I had managed to take every inch while I leaned forward to kiss LK on the lips. “You’re the first,” he whispered as our lips were close, “the first to ever truly manage my length.”

“And now you’ve probably ruined me for all other men.”

“Is that a problem?”

“No,” I replied, giggling as a ground my body against his.

The orgasm was intense, and we came together, his spunk flooding my broken cunt while I screamed in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Climbing off, it took a moment to the feeling back in my legs before I was able to walk back through into the main part of the changing room. There, the Captain was on her knees, servicing Dean’s cock.

As Dean watched me his face was a mix of emotions some happy and some sad.

“The time has come hasn’t it?” I asked and Dean nodded in reply.

“You have found a new lover in time though,” I commented as I nodded towards the Captain.

“I have,” Dean replied, “part of me always knew that this day would arrive, and we always agreed to it.”

“True,” I said. Then, giving Dean a kiss on the lips I returned to the shower room and the arms of LK.

Find out what happens next in, The Rugger Whore 5.