‘It was amazing,’ someone said. Certainly not me, even though I’d felt my lips move and the air pass through my throat as I made to say those ex...ct words. But of course I hadn’t said them. There was no way that I could possibly produce such an airy, high pitched sound. Then I noticed something wrong with my body. Two somethings, in fact. On my chest. I stiffened, not wanting to look down but unable to resist. It was impossible, but there they were. ‘Wha-‘ that high pitched voice spoke again,. I was caught unaware and her touch bought my manhood into action.When she opened her eyes, she apologized to me. I said it is fine and I could see a different look in her eye. The look of lust. We exchanged our mobile numbers and I got down from the bus,as my apartment had come.We then started to go and come together in the same bus and also started talking over the phone. One friday she called me late in the night and said that she is very lonely as there is no man in her life. She told me. I suck on it like a lollipop. Swirling my tongue around the tip and bobbing up and down on her shaft. “Holy shit! You were kidding, this kid was meant to suck dick.”“A natural cocksucker!” Natasha says as she grabs ahold of my hips and starts to pound me into Becky’s cock, which slips down my throat from the force of Natasha’s thrusts.I feel like Newton’s cradle, getting bounced between two cocks. Becky and Natasha are in complete sync, as one pulls out the other thrusts forward, using me like. Humiliatingly I was forcedto stand there as Mark rummaged through Mary's most intermit things,inspecting every item that he came across."Here put these on," Mark announced forcefully, holding my wife's blackcorset and matching stockings. How embarrassing could you get, but I hadto put them on, or he'd tell Mary. Feeling more ashamed than I'd ever been in my life, I stripped off, andput on the garments. Strangely this had always been one of my fantasies,to be dominated by an assertive man..