I watched her step across to the diner entrance. Several other girls were there, one she recognised from her past. She waved. It sickened me. They bro...e open my packet of cigarettes and shared a smoke. The other girl, it was Annette. Another made good girl living in a nice district of town. Her husband’s car, the black Mercedes, yes, it was there near the fuel station. Waiting, waiting silently.I switched the radio on, and switched it off. Stop fucking pretending. Stop it! Annette and Jenny. This was an authentic flesh-and-blood boner hanging there. Kind of resembled his own cock, come to think of it. Funny, though, that looked like writing on its side. Yep, something scrawled on the skin in blue ballpoint ink."This IS your own cock, Roochie boy. You KNOW what to do with it."Roochie was his baby name. No one had called him that for, gosh, at least a couple of decades. WHAT THE FUCK WAS GOING ON HERE?Well, he did know what he could do with that hanging hard cock, an apparent exact. Then get over here.” She patted her sore pussy.It didn’t take me long to get undressed and on my knees before her. Wendy pulled my face into her pussy and told me to start licking, then slower, and then deeper. When I hit her clit that was what she wanted me to concentrate on. I liked giving Wendy pleasure because she had given me plenty earlier. I even liked the taste of her pussy but I also knew that it was clean from her bath. Wendy started breathing harder and panting, then she started to. For the next hour and a half, a girl or woman, student or teacher, or anyone for that matter, had me lick their pussy or ass until they had an orgasm, then they would pee on my face or body.Some of the cunts where hairy, some are bald, some had big pussy lips, and some had no lips.Then I felt I was being peed on by more than one person. The pee was harder and more direct with better aim, so I think a bunch of boys or men were peeing on me.Mrs. Martin then undid my restraints, she then undid the.