A flutter of hard bumps against me and her eyes closed. She licked her lips and I knew someone had just cum in her. She slumped for a second then was ...hrust against me hard, again. The fuck rhythm started again. This time the pace was faster and ended as quick as it started. Out came her tongue and I knew number two had shot his load. Her body was pulled away from me as hand pressed her back causing her to bend forward. He parted her ass cheeks and slammed into her. I knew he was fucking her. He had me stand for a second, then pulled me right back down into his lap. I was feeling all warm and tingly, then I noticed something was different, I felt something super hot rubbing against my 'pussy'. He had unzipped and pulled out his monster nine-inch member! I started to wiggle all over his lap as I bent down and stared making out with him again, doing my best to give him a good lap dance. He spread my legs a bit and slid that monster between my thighs, which I promptly closed around his. I had been so handsome, so strong and powerful. I looked at the photograph and at the muscles in my upper arms and wondered why I hadn't noticed how they curved against my chest."I've taken it all," Shelia whispered in my ear. "Your masculinity and your wealth, your identity, everything except for one small thing." Shelia pressed a buzzer."What?" I croaked, tears still running."Your virginity!" Shelia said triumphantly and I looked at her in horror. "The first time is always special, don't you. My crush’s name is Elvis and he told me he will be bringing his friends who also work with him in a pop music radio station’s talk show. I sit down to our table where about six of his co-workers are sitting with their sexy dresses and the guys with nice shirts and ties. They look very civilized despite the fact that they have their rowdy humor on the show. Greg T tells me, ‘Elvis is not here yet. He’s usually late.’ I sit and listen to them joke around and talk about what they are going to do.