I gripped the nearest shelf to steady myself but it was swaying, despite its heavy stacks of red bound, gold spined periodicals. Oh shit I thought my ...ld red knickers. A personal comfortable favourite but well worn and a bit loose and fraying. Callum didn’t care about my old knickers; he had my arse cheeks spread and was fingering my recently uncared for pussy. God I loved his fingers in me. He was an assured prick. He was in my cunt, deep and dirty. How he liked it. Equally, how I liked it.. * I growl. "Get off me you spiderdick!"* He laughs. "Admit it, this turns you on." He grinds his hips against mine; our jeaned covered dicks rubbing together. "I've always wanted to fuck that beautiful ass of yours."* I stiffle a moan as he pulls my hair, exposing my pale neck. "Fuuuuuck."* I feel his grin against my neck. "Call me Daddy you fag, call me Daddy and I'll fuck that tight ass of yours."* I shake my head, refusing to submit. "Say it!" He bites my neck- hard.* "Fuck! Fuck me. Please. I was left in the laundry box all night. I got cramp in my legs but wasunable to move to relieve it. The night past slowly and when themorning came and they released the lid and I was pulled out of the box.Still bound in the sleep suit I was ordered to crawl into the lounge.Maggie and Marie were seated there, the girls sat and they all lookeddown at me. I could tell that there was an air of excitement aboutthem.'Lucy we are going on holiday, we booked it on the Internet last night,4 weeks in. Joe was as big as a house and really straight, but because I was young, fare and well built, and he was twice my size he would make comments and innuendos about my build, and my ass (kind of in a jailhouse way). I never said anything till one day he told me a story about one of his buddies picking up a transvestite at a bar and getting a great blowjob. What he or anyone else didn't know was that I had been a closet cross-dresser since I was a young kid and would dress up in my mother's lingerie.