You are a faggot.You don't have a penis, sissy. It's a clitty. That's right, princess. That pathetic nub of flesh between your legs is a clitty. You c...n't fuck with a clitty. No, princess. No, my sissy faggot bitch. Clitties like yours are not made to fuck. Clitties like yours are not made to come. They are made to flop around uselessly while you get fucked. Your clitty flops around uselessly while you get fucked by a real man. Because men love to fuck. And sissies get fucked.Sissies like. Best of all, Sarah realized that the studio was only a short distance from where she lived. OMG, she thought, this might actually be real! Sarah sent back a reply, saying that she was quite willing to talk to them about how it would all work. She soon had an answer; an invitation to a video call to have a chat about the process.Jacques was the name of the photographer. He looked nice on the video call, a bit older but had a certain sexiness to him. He was also quite pleasant and friendly. . It would suck to sit there and eat a salad while you guys are chowing down. It would also suck to upchuck all over the trainer."Brock and Matt shared a laugh."Well, you're welcome to join us if you change your mind," Brock said. "Let me give you my number. You can always come over after the dinner portion if you're worried about over-indulging." That's kind of you," Matt told him. "But I think tonight I'm just going to stay in. Next time you plan something like this, let me know." You bet,". The thing is these three wanted to fuck me for a long time but never got the chance now they finally had me to themselves for 2 months. After we had dinner, i had to sleep in Joe's room. We had to share the bed, i was still fully clothed. Joe got on the bed, and asked me to hop in. I told him i needed to change into something comfortable to which Joe replied i could sleep in my undies. He had a weird pervy smile on his face, i finally agreed to strip down into my undies. I still remember how.