"Y.. yes Mistress," I reply, moving my hands to hike up my skirt and pulldown my panties, showing off my poor leaking cock, trapped in its' littlemeta... prison."Oh my!" Chrissy gasps. "You poor thing. Does she have it locked up a lotMistress Thorne?" Not as much as she probably should," My Mistress says from behind me,releasing my head to move her hands to my waist. "The amount of troubleit gets her into..."She leads in and I feel her lips against my ear. "Should I keep my littlesissy whore. They both started to gently slide their hands up under my t-shirt while one of the guy started to kiss me on my soft lips. I reached out directly to their cocks to try and get a feeling of what I had coming. They where both stripped down to their underwear and I could feel their bulges through it. At first I happily thought that both cocks where a normal good size for me to take, but as soon as I started touching them, the European guy's (my guess) cock grew even larger and harder and I knew I. Gary Leeds was laying on one of thetemporary dining tables set up for the party. She checked for hispulse, placing her fingers on his neck, she felt only cool clammy skin,this man was dead.Annie was a blur of motion, running to her bedroom to get her keys fromher purse. Where was her purse? She cursed, then remembered the sparekeys to her Subaru were in her jewelry case. Keys in hand she rushedback downstairs. Giving Carrie a kiss and a promise of returning withhelp, while reminding her. Her turn next. Ellen would be in and out in a flash. Both of us all shiny and new.We'd been wearing big old tee shirts to bed since we started to get boobs. Trying to hide the changes in our bodies I guess.After a while, looking like big girls stopped bothering us. Kept wearing them big old shirts out of habit I guess.We really didn't look alike now that I think about it. Sure we always tried to dress the same way. But looks, no, we were quite different.Ellen is not a blond like me. She has.