Theres nothing like a good throat fucking to get me hot, and the thought of being used by a room full of guys had my heart racing and my pussy throbin....As soon as I mounted the platform I felt a hand on my waist and the head of a thick cock pushing at the moist opening of my eager pussy. The feeling of that first cock was amazing, it had a lovely girth that stretched me wide as he slid it in deep and hard and began to bang away so hard that it forced the breath out of me with each thrust.'Oh. .. 'The voice in Paul's mind cut off abruptly as though an invisible hand had cut the connection between them, leaving him in the dark. He opened his eyes slowly, squinting against the glare of sudden light, and ruefully observed his erection throbbing hard in his hand. The only possible study he could concentrate on now would involve a mirror and the contents of his mother's wardrobe.Jimmy felt a presence in his room and opened his eyes to see his mother looking at him curiously, a breakfast. "Now, won't you have a seat," sheinstructed him, pointing to a chair opposite hers.He took his place and she brought him the tea she had poured, firstremoving the strainer. She then retook her seat, picking back up her owncup and saucer."To your health," she said coolly to him."And to yours, cheers," Devon tried to say cheerfully.They both took a sip of their tea. To Devon's surprise, the tea wasactually rather lovely, perhaps the best he'd ever had. He would need toask her what blend it was. Dressed only in my lavender panties I got up to answer the door. Opening it, trying to hide behind the door, I saw a tall, well-built, black man. Mistress Angie, looking over, said, "Oh. Hi Malik. Come on in."As Malik entered, looking at me with a smirk, Angie introduced us. "Malik, this is my sissy husband I told you about." Nice to meet you Sissy. I hear your useless little pecker is locked up." Yes Sir," I meekly replied."Show him, Sissy," ordered Mistress Angie.I pulled my panties down,.