Turn around and take a look before we move on.” I turned and found them just as she said: Kevin on his knees behind me, Lisa standing with her puss... pressed against his face as she gripped the back of his head. Looking down at me she smiled and asked, “Isn’t that hot Chris?” I replied with a hungry “yes” and immediately pressed in for a taste of my own. I managed only a quick lick before she pushed us both away, and we were left with only our faces together. “Kiss your little gay lover Kevin.. Straighten?How long had I been bound this way? Time seemed to have lost meaning.Ever since the Eurasian woman had sealed the mask over my head,transforming my features and limiting my vision so terribly, it seemedme life was nothing but a slow, steady, crawling shuffle from place toplace, gradually building the dexterity to perform the mandated tricksthat earned me a little food and the all-important help I depended uponto go to the bathroom.Occasionally, between girls, I got a glimpse of. I also joined him & licked my cum from his hand. Now my feeling of ecstasy had subsided & I wanted to enjoy his body. So I took his face into my hands & planted a hot passionate kiss over his lips. He responded with equal passion & soon our mouths were locked. I was feeling a strong urge to feel his body. So I stood up & took him into my arms. He reciprocated. Now we were kissing & holding each-other tightly. I could smell the sweat which was starting to gather on his face. I proceeded to. It was a fitting name for a lovely lady.She had gone on with her story. She had been born in a cabin in southern Arkansas, and only attended school for the first 4 years. She had learned to read and write, and do her numbers. The Great Depression had hit, and they had lost their farm, and became migrant workers. They had traveled as far as California, and had followed work all over and made their way back, just in time for the war to start. She had been a little girl, when her 3 brothers went.