“You know you are a whore don’t you slut,” he continued. I nodded my head, when he grabbed my head and made me look at him. “Oh don’t stop f...cking slut”, the other two men declared. I began to answer, “I am a slut Master!”“No bitch you are OUR slut this weekend...” he said firmly “and you love that we are using you properly don’t you whore!”“Yes this slut enjoys all of it!” I said definitively.The more he spoke the hotter I became. Here three men using my body for their pleasure and it was. "You were right about Italian style. Where did you get the cloth?" "Its cotton and it's very cool, suitable for our Mediterranean heat. Myfather makes it. This is the material that we wish to discuss with thestudent we spoke about yesterday." Mmm, I like it," declared Dorie Lou. "This could be a winner, back home.Wool is all right for the colder parts but in the Sunbelt states, thiswould make an excellent alternative, and we've got plenty of cotton." Would you like to come and meet this. He nodded again.I removed the barrel from his mouth. "Now what did Wilma give you at that last party?" I asked."It was her business card. That's all I swear. I never called her." he added."Jason just shut the fuck up. You answer my questions do not elaborate, remember?" I asked."Yes," he said."Who called you Sunday to get her address? I know that someone found out you were our sponsor. I also know they found out she was calling around to the papers and the cops about the underage boy and girl. I gasped as I feel the cool air on my sensitive inner skin. Almost immediately, I’m wet. Oh, god, yes. I’m wet. I’m gloriously wet and it is without Ben Sheppard’s firm hand on my body. I slip my fingers inside myself. They go in easily—easier than ever before. I pull them out and try the cock again. This time is easier and I feel it part me. I push it in until the fake head of the cock is in me. I stop and pull it out. I do that several times. Oh, god this is so nice. Why haven’t I been doing.