I know there is a heaven when I feel the way I’m feeling now. Oh, Daddy. I’m so happy. You’re giving me what I was missing. Oh, how I love licki...g on it, Daddy. I love the slow way it moves into my mouth and opens me up. It fills me in every way possible. It overwhelms me. I can’t get enough. I have come to the point when I begin to think about going on an errand with you, I get an erection and I have to jack off by myself because I get so … alive. It’s like I go into a trance when I think. No one does." It was difficult to make out, but Art thought he couldsee a glisten in Doyle's eye. Was he crying? Doyle, the same Doyle thatalways appeared so sure of himself, was sat in at the table welling up."Oh shit. I'm sorry." Was he? Was Art sorry? He didn't think it waspossible to feel that way for Doyle, and yet he couldn't help it. As muchas it tugged at his stomach, Art could see a little of himself in Doyle.There was a jealousy there, a knowledge that someone close by was seen. He put his hand on my shoulders which was bare since i was wearing a spaghetti. Slowly he slid the spaghetti through my shoulders and I just let him. My heart wanted to let it happen but my mind was saying no. Soon he pulled down my spaghetti and black trouser and i was in my bra and panty in front of a guy whom i was meeting for a second time. Apart from my boy friend, no one had seen me like this.He took off his clothes and was in his boxers now. We danced hugging each other. Then one by one. But she kept going, and my dick was really starting to feel sore. Brooke stopped for a second and then a second familiar hand continued. By this time the men had already came in my ass, and they were both done, and then the blind fold came off. My hard on was dying out, even though it was being jacked off so hard by my girlfriend. But when I looked up, Brooke’s breasts were on my face, and she was shaking them around. “Cum one more time, and we’ll stop.” Brooke yelled.“It’s not like I decide.