Neil and Lou refused to let go of the struggling blonde. They kept her imprisoned in their arms, her legs spread wide apart, her milky gash exposed to the thick jet of warm water. Robbie remained kneeling in front of her. His hands would not leave her bouncing titties.

Just then, Neil reached down and turned the cold-water tap. The jet of water instantly turned ice-cold. Sheila screamed uncontrollably, twitching and gasping. Her body went berserk. Her heart tried to leap through her chest. The pink pussy hole flooded slit water for the next two minutes. Then she went limp in their arms.

Neil turned off the water. Lou opened the shower door and the naked foursome left the shower and stood dripping on the tiled floor. The three men lowered the throbbing girl slowly. Soon she was sitting on the floor. Neil and Robbie dried her off as Lou held her up. Then they dried themselves off and carried the groaning blonde into the bedroom.

Sheila soon passed out on the bed.

CHAPTER THREE

When she came to, she saw that Lou was the only person in the room. He was sitting on a chair, watching her, a drink in his hand.

She sat up and stretched. Her whole body ached. She felt as though she had just run five miles. Her thighs were numb. Her cunt still throbbed. She smiled, knowing that she had not felt this good in a long time.

"Where'd your friends go?" she asked.

"They're downstairs," he replied. "Havin' a few in the lounge. Ya thirsty?"

She smiled and nodded. "Very much."

"Good. Let's go."

Lou waited for her to dress. Then they went downstairs.

This time, the lounge was pretty crowded. Nearly three-fourths of the tables were occupied. When Lou and Sheila entered the room, every man in the lounge turned to gape at her. They watched her attentively as she crossed the room to where Neil and Robbie were sitting, near the wall.