Next to me was an amazing tent in my bunk mates pants. He was wearing some kind of sweatpants and the tent was very prominent. My tiny cock involuntar...ly twitched in my pants. I was adjusting it, all the while staring at the tent when I heard him:"so you are a faggot huh?"He had caught me tugging on my cock while staring at his cock. There was no other explanation, not that I was looking for any. "Yes I am, Sir"The 'sir' comes automatically when I am in the presence of a real man. "Sir? I have. "I'll make him behave while you're gone." She turned to Tim. "I'll be right back," she said. "I need to go potty. You behave yourself, ok?" Let me know if you need any help," he replied.Looking at her mother, Sandy simply shook her head. "Why do I put up with this?" she remarked as they walked back into the house."Probably because he's fucking you silly," Darcy thought.As Sandy walked towards the pool bathroom adjacent to the garage, Darcy told her she would be back in about ten minutes. "See. My head is squashed into the pillow, turned to face Mastersside of the bed. He removes the pillow, gags and masks me as I still squirmto find comfort. The first whack hit me with a loud crack. I stopped dead, holding my breathas more and more rained down on me. I had no idea what he was using to whipme, but the stings were intense and the whacks were numerous. I bit into mygag and muffled my screams as they continued to rain down on me, my bum cheeks, thighs, between my legs, my feet, my claves. Have you considered competing in any of the other Sex Games events?”“I’ve thought about it I guess. I suppose everybody does. I do pretty much all of them, but just recreationally. I’m just not as good at anything else as I am at fellatio. Maybe it’s just that’s what I got stuck in my head when I was a little girl. I don’t know. In the fucking events, I have trouble managing my orgasms. I’m really very sensitive and I tend to lack control. Especially the gang bang. My God, that just turns me.