.. I hope this isn’t too bad... but there’s no other way to describe it... there were times these three men were r****g me. Once one of them actua...ly uttered that word, I lost it. I was in a daze and took anything and everything they wanted. I was a married sissy faggot slut, and they were going to make sure I knew it. I got two loads out of each of them, one down my throat from each MAN, and one in my tight asshole from each.They weren’t letting me touch my cock, but it didn’t matter. I came 4. I feel another begin to build, almost painfully."Shit, you're gonna make me cum," he tells me, his pace becoming erratic. "Where you want it, baby?"My mind races, thoughts emerging from the clouds in my head. Briefly panicked eyes look across the room, finding my purse still holding all of the condoms. Fuck, how could I forget?! Now what, am I going to have to start over, suddenly pretending to be conscious of protection? Suppose I could scrape his load off my face or breasts, but where would I. Later that evening I logged back into Lush. The message was still there. I took a deep breath, typed in my mobile number and clicked 'send' before I could have second thoughts. I deleted the message as instructed and went to bed.For three days I heard nothing. Then at 6pm on Friday evening I received a text message. 32 Cambridge Road, Kempford - 8pm tonight.Kempford was an hour's drive away so I had little time to make my decision. I could follow this cryptic summons into god-knows-what kind of. John Lee's Home for Wayward Blues, or "John Lee's" was a mix of all types but one rule was observed by all, any night of the week.If you were in the back room, you didn't talk except between sets. If you talked at any other time, you were leaving the club. If you didn't leave the club peacefully, you were never coming back at all.That was why for the meeting with Eddy, Harry had planned to stay in the front room. He let Carol out and gave her instructions to see about getting a table in said.