I lapped and sucked, my tongue flickering with the tiny movements which I knew frustrated her, worked her into the kind of ecstatic spasms that made m... hard. More slutty thoughts about being locked up and focusing only on her pleasure slid across my mind again and I felt my cock twitch. My cheek was against her thigh again, her legs pushing together like she’d read my mind and was fully prepared to suffocate me between her legs, drown me with her wetness. I pulled back, smiled in the shadows. “What brings you to my neck of the woods?” She asks.“I…uh, I…that is…my mother has sent me here to drop off a plate.” He says, showing her the plate of Thanksgiving Dinner he’s carrying. “That is to say a plate of…”“OH! A romantic dinner! How thoughtful of my man!” She grabs him by the arm and leads him into the kitchen area, where she sits him down hard at the table. She takes the plate and unwraps the plastic wrap that’s covering it. And like a Steam shovel working on overdrive, she digs into. I tried to escape not concerned that I was naked and my clothes were at the other side of the room. The first two ceased me by my arms and legs and held me till the third mounted me and begin to enter my anal sphincter tube. I screamed in agony as he entered my no longer virgin bung hole, his member was so large that I could feel my outer sphincter muscle straining to accommodate his width. I had seen other guys penis in the shower room for the first time in eight grade. I had no ideal two guys. I set four of them up as pairs of bank guards so that if anything happened one could continue to watch while the other went for help. One pair had the mornings and the other pair had the afternoons.I still remembered the bank at Long Cut when some Brotherhood thugs were checking everyone for rings and I’d had to fight my way through them. The guards were supposed to watch for others like them, people just standing around the bank looking at everyone who came out. If the Brotherhood sent anyone.