‘Yes it is very humiliating,’ said Sherry, but still manage to look proud and defiant. Why shouldn’t she when most men had the hots for her and ...ost women were envious of her no matter what predicament she was placed in. Matt, in the meanwhile, had found a good wall-to-wall mirror in the adjoining formal dining room and had re-adjusted the furniture to provide an unimpeded view of Sherry’s punishment. Matt led Sherry by her ear like a naughty girl and positioned her on the dining chair in front. Reg leans forward and takes the dick in his lips, licking the head first to get the precum off the tip and started really sucking his rod, after just licking all around, up and down, swirling his tongue in the process. Pops was moaning and grinding his hips trying to get it all down his throat. Kev is picking up his pace and is making so much slurping and gagging noises, Reg and Pops have to look down at him. Dam boy you know you love sucking dick and Reg sticks Pops cock back into his. "I don't see him anymore." What's it like having sex . . . I mean, with a guy?" I asked.Dad smiled. "Well, you can either be the catcher or the pitcher," he began, using his hands to gesture. "With my boyfriend in college, I was mostly the catcher . . . but I now consider myself a pitcher." What do you mean?" I asked. I had heard these terms before and I thought I knew what he meant, but I wanted to know more."As catcher, you 'catch' the penis," Dad said. While saying this, he stood up and then. " He sneers at me, curls his lip to reveal sparkling white teeth, and I'm reminded of a wolf's grin before he attacks. It's only enhanced by the damp black hair clinging to his forehead and his muscles twitching under his simple white v-neck. I can feel his eyes moving up and down my body as if I'm his prey. It makes him look like some savage animal, and I'm feeling like a victim. I love it. He takes a step closer to me and I brace myself, my breath caught in my throat, but he reaches up pushes.