" I bet. What d' you know? I get off all the time. EVERY time! Sometimes two or three times!! I don't need you to be some kind of sexual missionary! I...m doing just fucking fine." Prove it," was all he said.Hmmm.... I guess I knew deep down that he was right, or I couldn't take the mixture of anger and embarrassment and arousal that was swimming around in my body about then. "How?" I asked."Like I said, just show me how you masturbate."I started to walk off, and he laughed a little and said,. He had his cock in one hand using the other on the keyboard, surfing thru cute little girls getting terrible things done to them. Who knows what sites he had found. One that had the blonde with the fat black cock in her mouth, also had a guy in a pink and white bunny suit putting a big pink peter up against a bent over ladies ass, I could picture Johns teen spunk all over the keyboard, stick sperm on the keys that later young little girls would be running their fingers over. Damn! I could. I knew there was nothing I could do to stop the pleasurebut I was still revolted by what was happening to me.I struggled and wriggled as much as I could but it was useless. Brendanused my struggling to increase his pleasure as he fucked my mouth. Carmelwas standing behind him and she unbuckled his jeans and pulled them down.She hiked up her skirt, exposing her white satin boy-leg panties, andrubbed her body against him, nuzzling his neck and stroking his balls ashis hard cock slid in and out. I was on my knees and he inserted his cock inside my mouth. After few blows, he took his cock out and turned back. He rubbed his ass on my face too. Now it was his turn to pour the golden shower on me. He nicely pissed on my face and body.We were now lying and he now took the piss on the floor as if it was some oil and rubbed it on my body. Now it was my turn. I made him taste his own urine. I got him to kneel down. I spit on his face and then rubbed it all over his face with my ass. I peed on.