She smiled at me. "What's up little, Peter?" "You want to come in my room later, Maggie? I wanted to talk to you." "Sure. I'll come see you around ten... okay? I was going out with Naomi for awhile." "Great. I want to get some studies done so I won't have to worry about it later this weekend. Later, sis." I went into my room and did some studying. But I mostly thought about Maggie. And about what I had seen. And what I had been doing with her sister, Sheila. And her mother, Cindy. Yep. I had been. When I didn't say anything, he turned and left.We both stayed after work until everyone else had left. We could have talked there, but we didn't. A neutral, non-work environment would be better. I left with Tochukwu, not talking much, and we drove together to a small, out-of-the way bar. It didn't seem easy to find a quiet bar in the suburban town of Mgbakwu on a Friday night, especially one where we wouldn't know anyone, but we did.We got settled in a back booth and ordered our drinks.. That is what made her happy.This year was a little different. She and her boyfriend Todd had broken up and she had spent most of her summer locked in her room pouting and watching chick flicks. Which of course, only made the whole situation worse.So when her best friend Harriet had shown up to an intervention and drag her to the fair she had almost said no, but it was impossible to say no to Harriet. They had been friends for as long as she could remember and for as long as she could remember. He slowly pulled out my buttplug and threw it on the ground. “Look at this gaping little sissyhole," he said to the other men around the room. I felt him push the tip of his cock against my sissyhole and my own cock hardened even more. My little sissycock was aching in arousal and I began to stroke it while sucking on that ten inch black cock. “Goddamit keep your hands behind your back, slut! You’re not allowed to touch yourself until you’ve milked every cock here dry! Pass me the duct tape,” I.