Sophie was laughing like crazy as she led us upstairs to the washroom. She gathered herself though when she sat down on the toilet seat in front of me... “Now give your Piss Mop something to drink!” she demanded.Normally after a stretch of on again and off again hard-ons I like to freshen up, but there really wasn’t a chance. I had a coating of pre-cum marinating my cock when I pulled it out for Sophie. Luckily she was a dirty self-declared piss mop.Undeterred Sophie took my slimy cock in her. With a new waveof shame, I realized that I craved to be used as an object, a sex toy,a masturbation sock, a cum dump, a urinal, now, that I know how itreally feels, not just fantasies, but the reality of being a sex slave,I realized that I will not be able to give this up, I would alwayscrave cocks penetrating my bound, cross-dressed form, dumping theirfilth in and on me, raping and torturing me... The thought of myfaith's acceptance flickered in my head as my mind was going blank andmy body. .cock. There was no other word for it I thought vaguely. Breathing through my nose was hard with all of the crying I had been doing. Even though his....cock... was still just inside my mouth, I fought to breathe around it. Saliva began to leak out of the corners of lips. He was going to rip my mouth open! Or, worse yet, I'd suffocate. I tried to pull my head back to breathe and I felt him begin to pull my hair back and forth in a pumping motion his cock going deeper into my mouth with each. "You made me cum hard in the restaurant," Lesa said. "Now it's time to return the favor."With that, Lesa quickly unbuckled my belt and opened my trousers and then pulled down the fly with her teeth. My erect cock sprang out, slapping Lesa in the face as its act of freedom. "I am going to suck your cock dry," exclaimed Lesa. "I am going to make sure you cum buckets. I want to taste your cum. I want it on my face, my titties, and my hair. I want to see that white cum coating my slutty black.