She held her hands there a few seconds then asked. "Should I continue?"I wasn't sure if she was just teasing in a very intense way, or was she really ...erious, but I was like a teenager in heat and my cock started to swell. I guess she could tell I was starting to get a hard-on and slowly moved her fingers up and down my cock as far as the pockets would allow. I felt her sort of pull me back into her while she spoke. "Well, I guess I can take that as a yes, correct?"I think I muttered yes, but I. I was awakened by the sound of the key turning in the bedroom lock. The door opened and Cassie appeared with a tray of bread, cheese and fruit. She also had a bottle of red wine and two glasses. She set the tray on the bedside cabinet and beckoned me to share the food, before pouring us each a glass of wine. We sat together on the bed savouring the meal, and chatting rather aimlessly about nothing in particular, before Cassie rose from the bed and spoke. “You must be very stiff and sore after. The Interview: Come in, I've been expecting you. I had a long talk with your boss the other day and it seems that you have a little fetish for women's underwear, isn't that right? In fact-you've been caught stealing things from the other girls lockers. Mostly their panties and pantyhose. Is it just too hard to be the only man at an all girl company? Do you want to be more like the other girls? Is that the problem honey? I think it is. I think that's what you really want! She told me about the. When the men are through, I am left on the bed, tied to the corners, unable to move. I lay there in the wet spunky sheets, used and tired but feeling amazing. During the course of the evening, each of the men returns randomly to fuck me again. And again. I lose count of the number of times I’m used, but it exceeds a half dozen per man. Between each, I am left there, alone, to contemplate my worth, and with each fuck I am given the incredible combination of pain and pleasure building in my.