I was too weak to protest even if I had wanted to. The truth was that it felt good. I didn’t now how many men or women were looking at me and ...ouching me. But, I realized that Master John was sharing me with other members of the club. I could tell by the way the voices echoed that I was back in the main room of the club. I could hear a number of chair legs make a scratching sound on the concrete floor and realized that an audience was assembling. Master John. She stopped to drop some socks and panties onto the floor then went back to the closet. “Some naughty little slave is going to get her ass beat tonight”. Margie looked at the mess she had left, “Well no use kidding myself at what’s going to happen later”. She took the heaviest slave collar she could find off the shelf and buckled it around her neck. At four inches wide it totally covered her throat from chin to chest. Master liked it because of the riveted “d” ring in the front. He could use it. -This little girl is called 'Erni'. Meanwhile our Ernie and his two older brothers are missing!" Charley!" Steve said, upset that he had to divide his frazzled attention, "that 'girl' is Ernie. This one is Chip. And that's, Robbie." Hah! I don't believe it: Three girls with the same names as our boys." It all has to do with the unprecedented effect that some factor, unknown, has had upon the three of them. They are the boys. Only, they're no longer boys." What?" Charley looked at the three. " I know," I said, trying to ignore the strange fear that flushed through me at the mention of knight. Flashes of Angela on top of me, fucking the spectral cock into my pussy shuddered through me. I seized Gressi and pulled her back to my nipple. "Keep suckling."Help me forget.I worked my fingers deeper into their tight asses. Their hot cunts smeared faster on my thighs. They were so silky smooth, their pussies bare. Both had mastered the art of controlling whether they had pubic hair, a simple.