"Listen baby", he says. "I know why you're here. You're here because deep inside, you're a pathetic little faggot slut. You're here because you dream ...ay and night about cocks. You're here because tonight, you hope that I will use both your holes, and cum all over you. You're here to start your transformation."I almost choke on my girly drink. How can he know so much about me. How can he guess how I'm feeling, and know that all of those words are triggering a huge erection in my jeans. It's. A perceptible groan sounded as the terry cloth blotter was removed and employed to pat dry her judiciously secreted breasts before venturing upward to sponging-up the droplets encircling her sun-baked neck. A defining silence descended as she employed a practiced behind-the-back towel-flick to transfer custody of the loose end of that ‘swimmer’s shammy’ over to her left hand in order to utilize a very sensual tug-o-war maneuver in order to clear her bronzed stern, drip by sexy drip, of excess. Despite the god awful outfit she was wearing when she walked through my door she became a lot more qualified when I saw her for the first time. She’s a sexy little bitch, even if her tits are much too small for my tastes.”I’m looking right at Brad but out of the corner of my eye I see that Riley has finally succumbed to the inevitable and begun to remove her dress. Brad’s eyes are flitting back and forth between his wife as she undresses, me, and then the six men watching through the glass,. I now know for sure that it’s the guy I thought it was, as I’ve made a point of surreptitiously watching him as Bev and I are playing. I’ve watched him behind the partly lowered blind, moving to get a better view, and I reckon that it’s definitely a phone he’s filming us with. Although the guy (and his wife) has been living with parents in the house for about a year, I’ve never actually spoken to him…I have chatted with the old guy a few times but never the son…..until a few evenings ago….hence.