Maybe.Halfway home, Brandi had begun to sober up, and a thought struck her.She’d just spent her Saturday morning in a strange bar, being repeatedly ...oated by strange men’s cum. She’d simultaneously loved and hated every minute of it, but ... no matter how she felt, she had to admit - that was weird.And last night. Last night she’d gone home with a ... a cowboy? She’d let him cum in her ass, just like she’d tried desperately to get Duncan to do earlier that day.A part of her knew that she was a. No one knew exactly how old he was. He showed up one day at the inn and agreed to work for food and a place to sleep in the barn. To study him, one would estimate his age at twenty-five. His stooped stature mirrored his stooped nature. Village people did not expect much of an ostler. Had he been prompt, instead of having to be called when a new guest arrived at the inn, Tim would not be ridiculed. Had he the presence of mind to keep a competent recall of which saddle belonged to which horse,. Hannah was convulsing above me, her mouth hanging open and a mixture of saliva and what must have been the worms fluid drooling out. The worm soon passed her lips and oozed its way out of her mouth. The sight was so hot, I started cumming again, and then again when it forced its way into my mouth, and yet again when I felt Hannah stiffen once more, and the worm in my pussy start shoving its other end into hers. We were now connected by four worms, through our nipples, mouths and pussies. When. A couple of times they took out my gag and pisseddirectly into my mouth.They took lots of pictures during all of this. They had a sharpie markerand wrote my name, email and cell phone number across my forehead.Basically, it was proof positive that I was a sissy cock and piss slutfor anybody who wanted to use me.I would later find out that Master had taken this time to explore myapartment. He had turned on my computer and logged on to my adultwebsites. It didn't take him long to figure out my.