I should have felt humiliated, being treated like a cheap whore by a well-built man in front of two other men whose cocks had already infiltrated my m...uth. But I felt so free and amazing. I felt comfortable. Like this is what I was meant to do in life. I was totally emasculated and felt no shame. In fact, I felt completely feminine and loved being treated as a means for pleasure for these men. Mark was all man and he let me know it by calling me “whore”, “slut”, and “sissy”. Being lost in my. They all took their sandals off whispering about what they’re gonna do to me. The first three crawled up the bed. One inbetween my legs sitting criss cross.The others at my side. “Where am I?” I ask, studdering over my words. “You’re in heaven sweety” says the one in the middle. These three were blondes. “We are going to make you cum! All of us!” They all smiled while the one in the middle grabbed the base of my cock with her hand to life it up, and they all three started kissing it at the. Parker’s skirt, which quickly puddled at her feet. She now stood in front of him, wearing only the lacy bra and a pair of bikini underpants, with no pantyhose. While Bobby was undressing Mrs. Parker, she was undressing him, too. When he was clad in only underwear and socks, the young man took her hand and they moved to the bed. Before they lay down, he undid the bra clasp between her breasts and her breasts sprang free of their confinement. Her huge nipples were already rigid. Next he peeled. So, when he lined up a gig at a riding facility working with the horses there, he decided it was time to bid the place adieu. But first... he had to test something. Holly had started working at another store recently, making more money and was much happier there. Toby knew this was his chance. While restocking the cooler one evening, he hatched a plan. Looking out through the glass doors, he could see that the store was deader The Haunted Mansion. So, he called Holly into the cooler with him..