"You see!" He yelled over at me. "I take her from behind and she doesn't even flinch. She's happy being this way. So why can't you be?"In his emotiona... state he began to fuck Fifi even harder, which in turn spurred Fifi to pass on the favour to my pussy. Even though I couldn't speak, I screamed into my gag just for the sake of knowing that I was at least trying to have an impact on the events transpiring around me.With a final few thrusts, Michael came inside Fifi and I could feel through her. I look feminine.What do I want to look feminine for? I don't like women. I am gay forgoodness sake. But it's quite exciting isn't it? I ask myself as I workout how to hook up the suspender belt in front of me (it's easier thanbehind you).I pull a pair of opaque stockings out of the drawer with a lace trim atthe top. It takes me a few minutes to work out how to adjust mysuspender belt and attach them to my stockings. Here I am talking likea woman! Then I realise as I feel a call of nature. A younger boy helped secure my legs to the padded bench with tight straps across my ankles and knees. While Eric kept his weight on me, Jake fastened the straps across my corseted waist. I fought, even as they secured my hands to the rests running alongside the horizontal bench. My skin went to goose bumps as I felt Eric unzip the side of my skirt and drop it to the floor. My nude ass almost glowed under the mall lighting. A flat oval of hard black plastic concealed my anus, but was. She sat up in the bed. I stepped away as she reached for her glasses on the bedroom table. She said "Drunk" to no one in particular, reached out for her husband's cock, and said, "Come here." I stumbled to say something when she said, "Thank you for getting him home safe. This is a problem but not your problem." She held out her hand and I put my dick in her palm. She felt the weight of both cocks in her hands, and then got up to go to the bathroom.Her beige negligee, which I could now see as.