Brad and Wendy are now announced as man and wife. We all go to the reception. I notice the robes have been removed. Brad says, “Your robe is in the...room where you will be taking Denise. It is part of the ceremony that everyone stays nude until after you have your time with the person who prepared you.” We are walking around during the reception. I have several women come to me wanting to know if I even thought about entering their lifestyle. I have Barb by my side and cannot even think of a. Next you stood up and moved over to the bed. 6 naked and horny men instantly surrounded you. Each of us craved contact with you and you welcomed it. The two youngest guys, in their early 20s, weren’t shy. Quickly one of the younger guys fastened himself to your left breast, licking and sucking it as the other younger guy started doing the same on the other side, burying his face in you. Another guy, in his 30s and built about like me, slid into place with his face buried in your crotch,. “That’s amazing, and you’re incredible. God, you’re so gorgeous.”Apparently, it was the wrong thing to say because the dam broke and the tears flowed. She melted down into my arms and I held her spooned into my body as she cried. Somewhere inside I knew that this wasn’t really a woman; my mind kept reminding me of that, but everything else about the situation, from her diminutive size to her soft skin, seductive scent, beautiful hair, feminine voice, and even her tears, said otherwise.I think. You can beg for sex or for release if you like, with your pathetic penis straining against your girly panty prison. Girls' panties! What sort of a man wears girls' panties? You can beg for a spurt, but I am not allowing those anymore. I assure you I will not be touching your penis again, ever. The idea of any part of me being in contact with that dirty, horrible penis of yours fills me with revulsion. The idea of smelling or, heaven forbid, seeing your disgusting smelly sperm makes me.