” I stammered.SMACK!! SMACK!! Two swats on my left thigh. I still had my legs spread by the bar and I realized how vulnerable my pussy was. I was ab...e to close my thighs a bit by bending at the knee, but not nearly enough.“Naughty little humiliation slut who likes to masturbate without permission,” she continued. “I thought I was being very accommodating by letting you masturbate after you serviced me last night. Which reminds me, we need to work on your pussy and asshole licking techniques a. We are afforded no privacy, the men watch us all the time the kin find it disturbing, I know I am not feeling particularly comfortable either. They are like sharks: circling, waiting. We all need to be extra careful. Never to be alone. never to look back or respond.During this stop they took each of us aside and looked us over. Like we were a hot commodity or something. Coop really liked Gwen, but then, so did all of them.On the other hand, I am not looking so good. My hair is starting to get a. There would just be supportand love. That was his mother's way. He'd known this all along. But hecouldn't have foreseen the support he'd been given by other females in his life. And most especially by Christine. He was not related to her,but she seemed to have adopted and accepted him as Lucy, the daughtershe didn't have. There was not one single thing in her behaviour towardshim, that didn't show total acceptance for who and what he was. He lovedher openness of mind and willingness to take. ”Jeanne giggled. “You really are a wonderful husband.”“What happened when you got to Barry's car?”“He had a Honda Pilot. The back seat was already down. A quilt was laid out for comfort. As soon as we were inside we started making out. Michael, I love making out with guys. I always have, even when I was in high school.”“I guess you were always a slut at heart.”“I think that's true.”“Okay, so you were making out with Barry in the back of his Honda Pilot. What happened next?”Jeanne laughed. “You.