When I don't walk away, he must know that I'm a slut asking for it, because he puts his hand on my inside thigh and starts stroking my leg. Then he st...nds behind me and rubs his crotch on my butt. I can feel that he has a hard on. After a few minutes, he asks if I'd like to watch some hot videos with him in the back room. I pretend to be uncertain and say I'm not sure. He takes my hand and says, aw sure baby, you'll like it. He leads me to the back room, where there are 3 or 4 other guys. "Want one?" he asked, and then continued where Michael had left off. "She wondered if you were still here when she called. Jared went back into her room, saw you were asleep, and told her so. She said not to wake you, but to tell you what had happened when you finally woke up. Which obviously ... you did."Once again David was somewhat surprised, though not at all ill at ease as the three of them stood there talking, though Jared and Michael of course were still naked, and still obviously. Then three. She found his prostrate gland and began to stroke it. Restrained, gagged, and shaved naked, he could do nothing now but moan and tears began to well from his eyes. "Oh, poor baby," she snarled as his now painfully engorged cock continued to ooze in a steady stream without her ever touching it. She looked around and noticed the continuous stream. "Well, look at that? I always knew you were a fag! You actually like this!"Christine removed her fingers and backed away. He could. I made chase after her.Both of us were squealing like four-year-olds. She blewpast my bedroom door, shoving it open as she tore formy bed, jumping on it and hastily trying to coverherself with some loose sheets and a pillow. I ran inafter her, laughing as I leapt on the bed, pouncing onher and tearing off her poorly laid defenses, tossingthe blanket and pillow aside. She turned onto her back,covering her face with her hands, trying to muffle theriotous laughter, but barely managed to do.