Your morning shower will be coldyour breakfast only day old breadno sweet drinks are allowed for youhave bitter grapefruit juice insteadAnother prayer...on your kneesIn praise of your delicious foodbefore you get into the clothesthat you put on below your suitRough burlap underwear for you,a pair of woolen pantyhoseyour useless manhood tucked awayon top of that a girdle goes.By six you will arrive at workone hour early every dayfor chores before you're clocking inYou must begin without. “Wow we need to look into that later, however, Harry has looked after me splendidly. You should see the size of his cock, better yet try it out. Strip and get down here.” Daphne and Tracy didn’t seem very modest as they quickly undressed and sat at the edge of the bath on either side of Pansy. Harry was totally gobsmacked and thought, I hate the robes we have to wear, these girls have bodies to kill for. Needless to say his cock was still rock hard and incidentally still buried deep into. My hand crept into my envious crotch, a feeble simulation of what she had to be feeling.I remembered. Just the thought of that middle-school sleepover was enough to make my asshole pucker. No game of "Truth or Dare" before or since had ever topped that one. At the time she'd been in sixth-grade, the two of us in eighth, he the only male, and a troubled one at that. It was supposed to be a hen-party.For them it had been love at first sight, and I'd had the joy of teaching them, right then and. As he pleasured his sissy cock on mine, I looked over at the two tops standing by, stroking, then bade them come. Their hard cocks bobbed as they approached, and I reached out and grabbed both of them in hand. I'm wearing stockings, being frotted by a sissy and have two top guys' cocks in my hands, so I figured I might as well play the part. I turned my head and started sucking on bald guy's cock, stroking him and beard guy all the while.To the best of my ability, I replicated bottom's.