If my birth father, now in jail for a long time, had been here I probably would have had welts on my back from his whip. Here an occasional pat on the...butt or a lingering stroke down the flank and hips as one of the art kids posed me in sculpture class was all that happened.I turned down as many coffee dates as there were guys in my classes. But I did, after an argument with the Social Psychology professor over the topic at hand, accept her invitation to discuss my points and opinions over. Nobody pays attention to me and the young guy as we park the golf cart and make a couple of trips back and forth into the cabin. After putting things away and filling the refrigerator, I strip naked then take Kathy a bottle of water. As I hand it to her she suddenly grasps the back of my neck and pulls me close then begins kissing me in front of all these men! She sticks her tongue in my mouth and swirls it around for a few moments then pushes me away from her and announces, "Hey guys, this is. Finally after an hour of abusing my pussy with the dildo, and four knee trembling orgasms, I collapsed on the bed, my bosom heaving, my head swimming with thoughts of him and with a contented gagged smile on my face. I ran my gloved fingers slowly up and down the front of my stockinged thighs as I clenched them together. I moaned deeply behind the gag at the thought of my cunt and ass still being filled with the intruders that had just delivered the best fucking I’d had in a long time.How long. Last time I hadn't found out until I'd woken up the next morning, but this time I was awake. I should go check on her, I concluded.I got out of bed and crept out into the hallway. Clad only in my boxers and t-shirt I made my way down the stairs. I poked my head into the living room.Yep, there was Bre. She'd fallen onto the couch and she looked completely passed out. I stood over her and sighed, not sure what to do. Finally I figured I should try to wake her up."Bre? Bre, it's me, Cody. Wake.