I steeled myself for the all-interracial gang bang I had feared would pop up on screen.But the video was actually a pleasant surprise. If I was honest...with myself, these were the types of things I had honestly thought would be her limit: flirty, artsy model shoots with maybe some nudity and a little kinky behavior, but nothing extremely hardcore. Those hopes were shattered, of course, when I saw her casting video, but seeing this gave me some hope that maybe that video was an outlier.As I. Within seconds, the second guy began touching his body; running his hands down his hairy chest – across his taut nipples. Next he began to caress his cock and balls. Granted, most of us touch ourselves routinely – mostly because it feels great, right? I thought nothing of it. But when I looked again, this guy was doing more than touching. He was actually stroking his cock; not just tugging, or scratching or adjusting – he was stroking his dick. Stroking it hard! His manhood was a full mast. We came from way back to first and now we're playing in the biggest series of our lives. I hated the fact that one team had to lose, but too bad. The Rays were going to do it, we were going to win starting today.Sherry leaned over and kissed me. She softly said, "I can feel your heart racing. You're thinking of today's game, aren't you?"Jeanie had to move one of her big breasts over my chest to get up on her elbow. She kissed my other cheek and told me, "You guys are winners; tonight is David's. I was paralyzed with fear and humiliation. I heard their comments... what a sissy… what a tranny bitch…slut... god what a faggot... look at that sissy. Then I heard a clearer voice. "Damn Taniya, I didn't know you had a cock nor did I know you were a faggot."It was Mihir. I had known Mihir not for a long time, 1st year of college I think. We had never really gotten along. He was more of a jock type while I had always been a regular girl (After undergoing hormone therapy I joined college as a.