There were just two guys left who hadn't yet fucked me, Jeff and Jamal. This meant that if I guessed after one of them did me, I would automatically k...ow who the last guy was. So I suggested that I simply not make a guess until after both of them had fucked me. Mark, however, had a better idea. He said, "Why don't Jeff and Jamal do a DP with you, and then you can guess which guy's cock was in which hole?"As I said earlier, I love DP, so I immediately congratulated Mark on being such a genius. I. “I decided that when I first saw you in the club some months ago, that I wanted you for my permanent partner, but you were always with different guys. I am, I know now, one year older than you, and the way you were with me the first evening I know you really liked me, and so I decided that as you like wearing lingerie I would make you my sissy boy, and just hope you like what we have done. To all outward appearances you are still muscle boy Jason, still play sport etc, but now you are mine” he. John pulled my head forward and held it there. It felt as if his cock was going down my throat. He let go of my head and I gasped for air going right back down on his cock. Again he held my held against his waist. My eyes started to tear a bit and I was drooling. John let go of my head again. I barley had a chance to get any air. He again pulled my head forward and held my nose. This time I could feel his cock pulsating and his hot cum slide down my throat. One, two, three loads of hot cum slid. I hugged her and we kissed keenly. She said: “Oh, I must be crazy, doing this in a public. Am I nuts? However I feel so comfortable with you now.” She looked at the time –almost 5:30- she said: “Sorry, time to go.” We called the waiter saying: “Check!!” and got out of there quick, holding hands. I asked: “Do you smoke?” Yes, she replied. We lighted a cigarette and she proposed to take a back road en route for the subway station, so avoiding gathering on Main Street and not be spotted. We.