She would also ask me if I ever thought about sucking off anyone I worked with, and I would embarrassingly say yes. “I know you do you little faggo...” she’d say as she laughed at me, dressed in a sexy night-gown and stroking my cock. Some days she would let me cum before I left, but most days she would not. She’d say, “Stop stroking right now bitch. I want you to be frustrated and horny all day. I want you to think about sucking cock for me all day, and if you’re a good little cuckold. " I usually try to push a little inside of me just so the next customer knows for sure," Joy answered."You try to push a little of everything inside of you," Regan added. "A little dick ... a little tongue ... a little finger ... a little dildo." Big dick and big dildo," Ruth said, continuing to pick on Joy. "A little of either wouldn't do her a bit of good. And it takes a handful of little fingers before she even notices."Joy seemed to be taking the ribbing well but Regan saw it might be. I agreed if she would tell me about them.She loved talking about getting laid. Most guys were too insecure for her tastes so she was pleased that I fucked her furiously when she told me about her pussy being plundered. She got off big time telling me how much she loved the feeling of sperms being spurted inside her no matter from what cock. It felt so essentially female. That’s where sperms belonged, she believed, not out on her belly or tits. The color of the cock didn’t matter one bit. “Okay,” Trevor said, “Here’s what’s gonna happen. Damon is gonna fuck you, you know, lose his virginity. And I’m gonna watch. Sound good?”“What?!” I cried out. This wasn’t like Damon. He was one of the shyest, sweetest kids I knew. “Huh?” Damon asked looking at Trevor, it was apparent he hadn’t been informed on what he was going to do either.“That’s right.” Trevor grinned, he pulled a pocket-knife out of his pants pocket and held it out to Damon. “Go cut her bra off, then he panties.”“What? No.