“Don’t keep me in suspense” he growled. “How’d it go?”“How’d what go?” she grinned.He grabbed for her and began to tickle her. He of...en “punished” her by tickling her. She went wild whenever he did so, and she did now.As she squirmed his hands fluttered across the sides of her breasts. She squealed “OK, OK, I’ll tell you!” and he stopped, feeling the old familiar stiffening in his pants begin. She was panting, and it made her breasts fill out her blouse nicely. He noticed two stiff points and. "Come here," she invited, and I sat down as her fingers mixed with mine. She turned her head again, her neck flowing into her lithe back and into her delicious ass and... "You like this stuff?" On the screen was an olive-skinned and dark-haired pornstar, frantically switching from one cock to another as a crowd of men surrounded her. She wore blue lingerie and a leather collar with an metal O-ring in the front. One of the men, evidently growing impatient, hooked his finger through it and. I took a deep breath and said, "Robert, could we talk first?" "Sure, what do you want to talk about?" he replied while lowering my zipper and pulling down my tan shorts and white cotton panties together. I stepped out of them and sat on the bed, naked from the waist down. I patted the spot next to me and said, "Robert, I have something to tell you that may change how you feel about me? "You're not going to tell me you used to be a man, are you?" he joked. "Robert, this is serious. I'm scared.". My body has become conditioned that way through thousands of orgasms with these guys; every time one of these guys squirts his hot cream into any one of my holes, I convulse in orgasm around that throbbing, gushing cock.Whoever it is, I know he's already pressed his speed dial to a phone tree that notifies all the other guys about where we are. That's all they need to hear, that I'm fucking somewhere, and whoever is in the neighbourhood will quickly drop everything and find us, knowing that.