“No, please stop.” I said, but he kept jerking me off.I couldn’t help but moan.He then stopped jerking me off, to position his hardening cock in...o my ass crack.“Stop your bitching, Daniela said you were a fag but I never knew how much of a fag you were. You’re really enjoyed this, wait until I tell her.” He said.Did Daniela set me up, but why?“Daniela thought you wouldn’t like it, I just proved her wrong, didn’t I?” He said.“Is your fag pussy broken in yet?” He asked.“Never been fucked, yet.” I. Tammy was speaking, but incoherently into the bed. Then I had Brett focus on Tammy's labia. I had him suck one side, then the other into his mouth. As he did this Brett's nose would brush against Tammy's anus which contracted with each touch, winking at me. I was practically salivating. Then I had Brett stick his tongue out stiffly and lick Tammy's clitoris up and down by nodding his head rather than flicking his tongue. Because Tammy was kneeling, this put his nose in the sensitive tissue at. As the drug took full effect, Clinton could not control himself and took Queen Noor in his arms and began to kiss her passionately. The Queen had not been fucked since the King died and eagerly kissed back. Like the experienced cocksman that Clinton was, he wasted no time in unbuttoning her shirt and raised her top over her head. He was rewarded by the sight of a beautiful set of tits encased in a very sexy red lace bra. Next to come off were Queen Noor's skirt and panties and Clinton pushed. .. I wouldn’t touch our mailman with a ten-foot pole ... that’s not a cock, it’s a mutation! ... who’d get a tattoo there? ... well, no wonder! She’s so coked up she couldn’t remember the lines with the script in her hands ... and clapped up to boot...”Thank heavens the abomination was as mercifully short as it was mercilessly bad. But all the women loved it. After a final rousing chorus of “Men are such pigs!” they trooped off together to the bathroom. The remaining six of us were left, simply.