John and I had been friends since we were about 6 years old. We did just about everything together. We were, and still are, best friends. One evening ...e decided to go to the gym and work out. The place was just about empty. We had the place to ourselves for the most part. I wasn’t as into the work out as John was. I decided to call it quits and hit the showers. John decided to stay and lift some more.Since the place was empty I was in the showers alone. I was thinking about the killer blowjob. Remembering that night brought back many hurtful memories.She decided if she could help it, no one would have to experience thatshame and humiliation.Even before Pedro and Jan came and spoke to her, she was alreadyexperiencing somenervousflashbacks. The veteran players, led by her oldand currentnemesis Al Murcer, had told her what was planned for tonightand that they would need her to help any of the players who werestruggling with putting on women's clothing. She was hoping for a wayout.After. I had no idea!”“And for God’s sake, Seth, stop calling me Suzy. You know I hate it!”“Sorry,” Seth murmured. “They nearly raped you?”“The landlord was in the porter’s office looking at the CCTV and saw and heard them. He called them off. Otherwise I’d have been raped by two blokes in return for a week’s grace.”They had arrived at Seth’s brother’s house, and stopped at the gate.“Come in Suz ... an,” said Seth correcting himself just in time. “Tell me how you’ve been doing.”Susan was not at all. I was already accustomed to Brooke's strapon dildo and the one she used on me was just slightly bigger than Ron's cock so I was able to easily take him into my hole. I had really begun to appreciate, even look forward to, Brooke fucking my ass and I liked the warm feeling of Ron's cock even more.Soon I was moaning and urging him on, "Fuck me master. Fuck my ass." And whose ass does this belong to," he smirked."You. You own my ass. It belongs to you. Both our asses belong to you, to use, to cum.