I was in my usual spot: a former den in a former home turned swap club. The first round was in progress, I made myself scarce. Exhibition fucking has ...ven less appeal for me than wife swapping.I'm here simply because Kelly comes here. I braid her long blonde hair so the guys who take her from behind can pull on it safely, bathe her, and drive her to the door. I hole up in the den with my laptop and earphones. I catch up with work, and email, while listening to my blues. The sight of Kelly with. The wolf didn't quite knot her, but he did cum in her. A lot. He then pulled out, and she stayed bent over the table."Come on slut, clean it up." She commanded, and as soon as he was done she got up. She then went to get the first of his treats and put one of the chocolate cakes into one of his bowls. After that she found a bottle with still lukewarm piss in it, which she poured into his other bowl."There you go slutdog, that's your dinner!" She placed the bowls on the floor so her new slut. They were talking about how sweet I looked with no balls hanging down. By the time they finished bathing and teasing me I was begging to have my diaper back and be left alone.Not being done with their humiliations, the again restrained by hands to the bed and pulled out a bottle of pink polish that matched my outfit. As I lay there helplessly they did my fingers and toenails, commenting:"I really needed to look more feminine if I was to stay on the women's wing of the hospital. We sure don't. This caused Estelle to widen her eyes and look to Amelia, who only shrugged. The other pair took no notice of this.Finally, the time had come to change the topic."So, you like to go to parties?" Amelia spoke into the air, curious to see which of them would answer."Hell yeah," the boyfriend responded arrogantly, "a party's just warmin' up until I get there."Sophia looked a little uncomfortable as her boyfriend began to brag about how he was, without exception, the life of the party. Amelia.