...... was made to wank them all off, in turn" "Good lord, how old were you?" **" "Jesus! And them?" "Same" Did you enjoy it?" YES" I said, defiantly ...I did. I sometimes still masturbate about it" "And the thing you like about it is you were made to?" he insisted"Yes, that's part of it, certainly" I admitted"When did you first get fucked, then Lyn?" he went on, and boy did he go on"I was **" I said "after the four boys, later that year" "With the boyfriend?" "No, a youth worker" "And how old. The tension was building in me. I couldn't imagine what was to happen when I stepped through that door. The hooting and hollering only increased as Ron and Corey entered the room. I hesitated when I got to the door."Come on, Tammy," Seavers said as he pushed me through the door.I hung my head as I entered not wanting to make eye contact with any of the guys. My worst fears were far exceeded as the room fell silent when I entered the room. I had to look up to see what the problem was, and I. This just kept getting better!By the time I got home Cheryl and I had expanded my maternity wardrobeto include panties and a few new dresses and jumpers. Lately Kirk wouldlay next to me each night, and stroke my now swollen belly, and talk toit as if I were actually carrying a child. I knew he would be awonderful father when the time came that I would actually give birth toa real baby. I dreamed of the day, and held my man close, afraid to losehim.The next day, as I got up to get dressed, I. “Do you understand, my slave?” Jeffery repeated.Stephanie moaned and gurgled something into her gag as she shook her head violently back and forth. She pulled at her restraints as well, but they did not give.“It is my wish, slave, you have no choice,” Jeffery said sternly.Jeffery pulled off his jeans and boxers, revealing his rampant cock. He climbed into bed and positioned himself between Stephanie’s straining legs.Stephanie felt his fingers gently brushing over her sex; teasing at its fleshy.