Begging for Lesley and Clair to have their way do what they wanted to me…at that moment all I wanted was to be fucked and I didn’t care with what.... was untied and bent over the desk I could feel my legs being spread and cuffed wide Lesley came in front of me and waved a huge strapon in front of my face and growled ….wet it slut or it will hurt more..i took it into my mouth and sucked it and licked it as if my life depended on it my saliva was running down my chin to puddle at her feet, I could. By now I saw at least two other guys standing around watching and at that point the guy with his hand up my dress ripped the back of my dress. He tore it in two from the middle of my back to the hem line. The only thing keeping it on me was the halter tie around my neck, but I was completely exposed. I knew I should be scared, but I got even more excited. I felt another set of hands on me and saw the guy I was kissing unzip his pants. He forced my head down on his cock and I was now on my knees. Tricia pulled me to a standing position and removed my jeans. My cock did not pinch anymore but was hanging below the hem of my boxer leg hole. Tricia saw this and wrapped her fingers around my cock. Then she dipped her head and kissed the foreskin of my cock. My cock jerked. She pulled my boxers down, and I was standing there with my pants and underwear around my ankles. Tricia laughed and pushed me back, me sitting back down on my chair. She slipped my loafers off along with my socks and. She peers down and giggles. Sure enough their combined juices were pouring down her leg. “Maybe you can come and clean me up?” He gets on his knees and swipes his tongue up the inside of her thigh. “We’d best get back to these photos Mr or I’m gonna squirt again!” “With the amount on my poor bed it’s a wonder you’ve got any fluids left in you!” he says laughing She chucks one of his pillows in his face. “Cheeky sod! Anyway that…” she says pointing to the mess on the bed “is your fault!” He.