That night, as I lay in bed, still wrestling with my thoughts, I finally came to the conclusion, that it didn’t matter whether I was gay, bi, or str...ight. All that mattered was the pleasure I had received, and given, and that I was okay with that. Once I’d had this epiphany, I quickly drifted off and slept peacefully until, Riley woke me by wrapping her sweet warm lips around my cock. There will never be a better way to be awakened from a deep slumber. I closed my eyes and stretched as Riley’s. She yelled to the bartender, “Hey Cal, we’re going to stick around for a bit. I’ll lock up.”He eyed me for a second, then looked back to her and smiled. Without further inquiry he tossed her the keys, said, “See you in the morning,” and gave me a look I didn’t quite recognize.She smiled and replied “See ya.”Pretty much the second he was out of the room she had me out of the booth and pressed up against the cleanest part of the wall. She moved fast. Her tongue was in my mouth before I even. ” Mum let out a big sigh before reaching under her skirt and pulled her panties of and held them out to me. “There is that what you want, am I humiliated enough?” I took them in my hand and once again held them to my face. "Nice and warm but not quite so wet this time.” The door bell rang and mum scampered of shouting be right there. Cathy and I laughed silently to ourselves. I turned to go back into the bedroom. “I need a pee” Cathy moved around me to get to the bathroom, and started. My "sweet" guy has pulled his cock out of my mouth, but I'm not free for very long.I hear their vulgar language about my body, it turns me on to hear them talk about me like that.Cunt, fuckmeat, whore, sperm bank, fuck doll, titty pig, sperm whore are the kind words they use about me.Now that wet horny cunt must be fucked says my guy. She should not be able to walk out from here, the sperm must run out of her.They release my arms from the bed, but hold on to the lines tied to my hands.They get.