Spasms would sporadically rock Caila as she slept between the two men, and her dream started out vague. But it became more vivid as she slept. She was in her same work attire, and was tied down to a bed with several men standing around it. They all were jerking off and shooting their loads on to her, splashing her face and into her hair, on her clothes and legs, and one man stood by with a camera, recording the whole thing. She couldn’t quite see the faces of the men as she looked at them, but the one with the camera brought it down from his face. He smiled and said to her.<br/><br/>“Hello dear.” ….<br/><br/>Caila startled in her dream and opened her eyes suddenly and as she looked up at the ceiling. She felt the men on each side of her breathing, and she carefully extracted herself from between them and slid off the end of the bed. She stood there naked in the dark where only slight shadows could be seen, and she slowly walked to the bathroom. Her foot caught on something and she stopped and reached down to take it off her foot. It was her blouse. She went into the bathroom and sat on the toilet. As she peed, she looked at her still swollen, sensitive clit, and her well-fucked pussy. Her ass felt a bit stretched but not sore, and as she finished, she looked in the mirror. She lifted her blouse up and her arms snaked in to the sleeves as the rest fell over her. She pulled her hair out of the collar and turned and looked at herself. The friction of her blouse sliding down over her breasts caused her nipples to push their way out against it, and it hung down from them, barely covering her pussy and her ass-cheeks peeked out of the bottom in the back. Caila always had a hard time sleeping naked, and this would give her a sense of covering even if it was semi-sheer with sheer sleeves and front panel. She flushed the toilet and turned off the light before opening the door. Being blind in the dark after being in the bright bathroom, she paused for a moment before slowly stepping her way back to the foot of the bed. She gently crawled back up between the two sleeping men. John lay on his side facing away from her, and she lay on her side and pressed herself against his back as she draped her arm over his side. Kris stirred and her turned to his side and pressed himself up against her back.<br/><br/>Caila lay there awake sandwiched between these two men who were unknown to her nine hours ago, and she took a deep breath as her hand drifted down to find John’s cock and balls. She fondled him gently, feeling him start to get hard as Kris slid his hand over her side. Caila pressed back against him and gave room for his hand to slide over her breast and hold it, and she could feel his cock twinge and start to grow as it pushed against her ass…