Please” I beg, panting lightly. I cannot bring myself to look at Robert or try to look at Mark. The humiliation has me restrained tighter than the b...lt.I hear both men laugh. Robert walks in front of my face and pulls my hair so I’ll look up at him, “There is no one here to save you, you stupid slut. Mark here is going to make you feel really good and you’re going to suck my cock like you mean it this time. Or else.” He stares at me momentarily, petting my face with an oddly gentle touch. It is. After a short while I heard her moaning. I opened my eyes, and she hand her hands under her skirt with her panties down around her knees. This woman was actually playing with herself, as my cock was continually thrusting in and out of her throat. I pulled my cock from her mouth, and she just panted and moaned still fingering herself.I yelled at her, "Who fucking gave you permission to play with yourself whore?"She didn't say anything, she just looked up at me, smiled, and closed her eyes and. I felt that wonderfully liberating feeling of release as well as that tight band of numbness that tightened around my head making me aware of only my body's internal workings as I spurt my love deep into another man's wife. Somewhere vaguely in the back of my mind I wished that at that moment, one of Sue's family would burst into the bathroom as I helplessly shot my load into their wife or mother. I know it would be a disaster for both of us, but I wanted in the worst way to show someone else. I must have walked up and down the street about twenty-five times. My heart was pounding in my shirt. I was really starting to sweat. My nerves were starting to take over. I didn’t want to leave Amsterdam without doing this. This was my fantasy and I was going to do it. Come hell or high water. I finally saw a Shemale in the window that I found attractive. She was just beautiful. I walked into her house. “Hello, my name is Danielle, how are you tonight?” “I’m well, thank you. My name is Ian..