"I am barely more than a living fuck doll. A set of holes to be used for anything that pleases you" I say, in more robot-like voice."What is your name..." she asks."Whore" I say."There's one more cock you haven't serviced yet. What are you going to do?" She asks of me, more command in her voice than asking.I say nothing. I drop to my knees and open my mouth wide.A large black dick walks up and enters my mouth. I say nothing. I do nothing. I stay kneeling and motionless, a blank look never leaving. Jean asked, "We aren't in any danger, are we?"Before I could say anything, Angie popped up with, "Don't be silly, Jean. You know that is just a dumb superstition."We all laughed, and the conversation turned to other things. I was not completely foolish, so I had kept my eye on the readouts from the various instruments, especially the weather radar. Suddenly, I jerked to attention as something unusual appeared on the display. A rain squall had hit us, but that was not what caught my attention.I. Usne apne poket se condom nikala aur lagane laga, usne bola sida let jao, mai let gai usne mera pair faila diya, ab pair ko dono kandho pe rakh liya, use beena oil lagaye lund mere gand ke hole pe rakha aur ek jor ka jhatka diya, bahut pain hua aur lund gaya nahi, mai bola nahi bahut dukh raha hai, ( jo pain hua wo mai likh nahi sakta but bahut jada hua)Usne bola first time dard hota hai, meri gand bahut dukh rahi thi, fir maine bola thod oil laga lo, uske oil meri gand pe lagay.Ab bari thi. I unzipped my trousers and dropped them to the floor. ‘Ooohh, lovely little girlie panties.’ She said, commenting on the flimsy beige lycra thong. ‘I bet they look lovely wet, clinging to your cock!’ She said and I laughed. ‘Let’s find out then.’ She reached out and put her finger over the little dark patch where my pre-cum had left its mark, pressing against the tip of my cock. I began to pee and the position of her finger had the advantage of stopping it all flow out through.