“Slut, these are my room-mates. Room-mates, this is my slut.” He said laughing.I turned and looked up at them from my knees. They stood over me, t...eir cocks sticking out towards me. I breathed in a long trembling gasp, overcome with lust, just staring at the three cocks in front of me.“Tell them what you like.”“I like to suck cock.” I replied.“What else?”“Cum” I said, my voice quivering.“That’s right, you’re a cocksucker aren’t you?”“Yes.”“You’re a cum slut aren’t you?”“Yes.”“You want our cum. Oh, Im sure you do, Scarlett giggled. Would have made things much easier on you as the faithful, doting husband. I get to be YOUR husband in just ten days, I smirked. I was counting down the days, the hours, even the minutes, within my mind. I simply could not wait to marry Scarlett! Oh yes, she nodded. Sometimes I wonder, though. I will be wife number seven for you, yet you are still married to the first six. Somehow, that just does not make sense. I think it makes our relationship – yours and. We didn't talk about my father. Or my sister. We didn't talk about the future. We just lived day to day.We made love. Yes love. We were no longer the animals of the first few nights as we settled into our lovemaking. Oh we still fucked. But we interspersed soft touches, gentle caresses with the urgent mauling. It got better. If that was possible. We were Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden.But we also resumed our lives. We both got up and went to work every morning – me to the job dad had got. Two tuxedoed beefcakes quickly escorted me backstage. Once again I found myself sitting across from Roadkill, the ex-biker techie who had earlier done my hair and nails. ‘Hello again,’ he said. ‘Grrrrrrr. Hello again,’ I said. ‘Open up,’ he said. I opened my mouth and he laid strips of thin metal mesh along my top and bottom lips. The adhesive on the strips held them in place. ‘Press your lips together. Good…you’ll feel current running through the strips, and it will feel weird, but it can’t.