Once everyone is done pissing they stand around me all rock hard from the whole ordeal, daddy stands with a proud grin on his face and a rock hard coc... in his hand.I look up at him with pleading eyes once more, silently begging him to give his friends permission to use me as a cum dump before we head home. "what's that look for? Is my little kitten horny" mmm hmm " I nod "would kitten like all of these big men to use your tight little breeding hole ?" I nod again"I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear. They have fought, shared comradeship through thick and thin, been betrayed, lost companions; and have seen more misery and suffering than anyone should ever have to tolerate. They have also enjoyed the joy of victory and the pleasure of the companionship of warriors who understand war.“They dress and look like the Vikings or sometimes like the Romans as you know them. They are however the true warriors of legend. They have fought hordes of the enemy in apparently un-winnable situations, and. "Good," she giggled, unbuttoning her blouse again, and stepping closer. "Now get those shorts off, and STOP calling me Mrs. Coleman. It's Emma, or whatever pet-name strikes your fancy, when we're alone. Understood?" "Yes Ma'am, um, Emma," I smiled, as my shorts hit the floor. She was mere seconds behind me in getting naked, and pointed. "You... On your back, on the bed," she giggled, patting my butt. "You really do have a nice cock, you know? I might enjoy this, after all." Once I was on the. They were long and slender and delicate and feminine, wearing rings and bracelets, the fingers tipped with sparkly purple fingernail polish. These weren't the hands I was familiar with. They weren't the rough and strong and calloused hands I'd been so dependent on; they were weak and soft and smooth and small and useless to me. They were a girl's hands. But they were mine. And I was a girl now.I wrapped my arms around me, carefully avoiding my breasts (they seemed incredibly sensitive, but.