"The prop guy made me some great fake boobs out of plastic." I wentback to the suitcase. "Here." Ugh! Hold on." She said. Cindy went into her closet a...d grabbed asmall stepladder. She reached up and pulled down a small square box."These will work a lot better." She said, opening the box. I reachedinside and pulled out a silicone breast. It looked pretty realistic."I bought those when I was 13." Cindy said. "I wanted large boobs, ok?"she yelled, jokingly. "I would try them on and prance around. Her ass will come later. After all 19 of you get a go at her, then it'll be a free for all. Got it?" The guys nodded and grunted their understanding. "Oh also, just so ya'll know," Randy went on, "she loves cream-pies!" The guys cheered hearing this.For the next half hour, the men proceeded to step up to the bed and take turns fucking me, writing their number on my body in a place of their choice. Some numbers were written large, some small. There were numbers on my ass, my belly, my. She could explain about periods, but she’d rather not.“But we do deal with Anne?” he asked.“Of course.”Despite what she’d told Craig, back at her apartment, she did go to bed. He was her sun dial, and she only wanted to share the shining hours.She woke soon after noon, hungry. She took a single Tylenol, more for prevention than need, and cooked lunch.Sasha came in, took a cup of coffee, and sat across from her. “So what happened to you?” she asked.“Hangover.” Sasha would get the whole story out. Jennie sent Heather a few pictures of her pussy for me to have. Her pussy had a full bush of hair that had been cut short. Then she was holding her lips open with one hand and her lips were glistening with pre-cum too.Heather smiled and hung up the phone telling me, “She’s coming over for dinner. I better tell Mom. Stay right here and stay naked.”In a few minutes she returned and said that she was going to take a few more pictures of me. When she transferred them to her computer and pulled them.