I got up and followed them, wearing just my tube top; I never got around to putting on my panties. Enzi was next to scream out as his balls pumped their hot jizz into my bowels. We walked until the camp was out of sight, and Zafra rolled out the bedroll on a grassy mound. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe five hundred, He answered. OK, not really, but they fuck me all the time. Once back home, I peed on the stick, which confirmed what I already knew: I was pregnant. My head was spinning; where were Zafra and Enzi? “Holy shit, really, how many more?” One suprised man asked. “I don’t know; it could just be a reminder of your time with them, or it could be a curse of some kind,” Iggy pondered. OK, which one of us do you want to play with?” one of them asked. They made me find a therapist to see regularly to help me through this nightmare.
