It was sweet with a slight tang to it. He set his glass down on the table. His hand moved to my leg. I felt so exposed, embarrassed. And my human inst...ncts of survival kicked in. I began to cry and I asked him Master, please. Why me? You could have any girl you wished, why would you choose an ugly girl like me? Through my tears I saw his expression become aggravated. I stammered out an apology. Im sorry master. I spoke out of turn. He raised his hand and I flinched waiting for the strike, but. With dear old Rob here, one time is the norm” she laughed. “Good thing our African friends turned up then” Rob said somewhat sarcastically. “Let´s have a beer and cool down a bit and maybe have a quick rinse off”. The all rinsed off their bodies and private parts under the outside shower and Rob opened some beers. They all sat down and talked about trivial things, as they all realised what weird thing actually just happened.After a while, Kirsty said in a little too innocent voice: “honey,. Joyce had only one target in mind, Bart's massive member. Visions of the blue-eyed man in the magazine rushed through her imagination.I wonder if Bart's cock is shaved like those in the calendar photos, she mused.She shoved Bart against the living room couch and attacked his belt buckle and zipper. In short order, she pulled Bart's pants and underwear over his hips and suddenly Bart's giant cock stood before her in all its beautiful glory. It was just like those in the calendar photos.Joyce. At the age I was I had no idea about dildos or vibrators, even if they existed then, which I doubt. To me with my practical leanings the obvious answer was to make something myself.For months I used my home made cocks on myself and quickly discovered that they made wanking far more enjoyable, in fact I found that I could cum, hands free.I also worked out that the best way to dispose of all this spunk was to drink it, so I adopted the method of cumming into a glass and then to drink it.