I was fucked repeatedly during much of the day. When I wasn’t actually being fucked in one position or another, I seemed to be casually relaxed with...my head in someone’s lap while sucking a cock. I had to admit to myself that I felt like I was in heaven, an obscene, slutty heaven, but still heaven.That night I was allowed to put clothes on. They were taking me to a resort restaurant for dinner. Of course, dressed was a relative term. After spending the night and day naked and fucked, I was. ?"She looked down, and for the first time noticed the glass beads automatically crawling through her fingers in that pre-programmed sequence that lifelong Catholics know by heart.She gave an embarrassed little giggle, put the rosary away, and nodded her head. "Maybe some white wine, then, if you have some?"I nodded and left her alone while I went to the kitchen to retrieve our drinks. I had a nice bottle of Chardonnay chilling in the refrigerator so I opened it and filled a bucket with ice and. For a minute we both saw my shrunkenpitiful penis next to his swollen throbbing cock, and he said, "Geeze,look at that little weenie, no wonder they made you a sissy. Now, I wantyour tongue buried in my mouth the whole time, got it sweetie pee?" Inodded miserably. I felt the swollen head of his cock press against myanus and then enter me, and his mouth covered mine. I got busy with mytongue, as instructed. After a minute, I realized it wasn't as bad as theother times. Mike fucked me instead of. The timbers of the wreck had all but disappeared.I let my pack drop to the ground, removed my shoes and walked down to the beach, letting the sea wash and cool my feet. Wayne followed suit and we splashed and kicked water at each other, like two kids getting our cloths quite wet. Eventually I'd had enough of playing and splashing and made my way back up the beach to the grassed area which led to the pine trees where we had left our back packs, and flopped out on the ground. The hot sun felt.