She quickly raised the covers and looked down at herself. "Omigod," she said, "I must have been a lot drunker than I thought. I'm so sorry. I usually ...leep in the altogether, so I must not have put on your shirt. I kind of remember getting up and getting into bed with you. I forgot to put the goddam thing on. Please don't think I'm a slut. I'm really not. Oh Christ, I'm so embarrassed." Once again, she blushed bright red. She was close to tears.Greg was tempted to raise the covers and find out. Dave asked if it bothered us that it was lady boys, everyone said they thought it was sexy and the fact they had a dick didn't matter. Steve said look at John here, he' s pretty hot and with that he ran his hand up my stocking clad leg rubbing the inside of my bare thigh near my cock saying his thighs feel as soft as a girls!He then laughed and said that since I was now so feminine I should get on with my chores. I guess I knew where this was going but to play my part I asked in a girly voice. How she missed her calling as a supermodel, I will never know. So, all that restraint I was talking about a minute ago? All that desire held in check? That satisfaction with my sexless life? Yep. Gone. When I was around Emma, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. When I was in my office, I couldn’t stop thinking about her, imagining all the ways I wanted to make her my personal fucktoy. Thinking of her could give me such a massive boner, and I just couldn’t go teach a class with such. Two of them took each one at a time. Tara was the last to be sodomized, Michael spreading her on the cum and blood stained barn floor, his legs between her thighs, pushing them out wide as he climbed on her back. He grabbed her arms, pulling them out and up until Tara found her body spread in a wide “X”, Michael’s heavy weight squeezing the air from her lungs. Tara couldn’t do anything, Michael dry humping her ass with his cock, one hand holding her two arms over her head, the other hand.