“You’re all done now,” I told her. “I’ll do you, if you like,” she said. I turned around.My back was no problem for either of us, but when...she told me to turn around I wondered how far she’d want to go, not that I really had any expectations in that regard. I was still too conscious of our situation. Cass worked on my arms first, then over my chest and down my belly. I was surprised when without hesitation she applied the lotion to my cock and balls. “We can’t get this sun burnt,” her only. Every time he flexed his penis, it would stretch my tight sphincter slightly and I would stiffen slightly and moan. My moans conveyed a combination of pain and pleasure. While Aaron continued to make me whimper and moan, Harris continued to fuck me. My arousal was building. My anus seemed to have relaxed somewhat because I was now rocking my hips and forcing Aaron's cock to slide in and out of my ass slightly; perhaps an inch or two. Aaron and Harris soon found a rhythm of sorts. Harris would. Man I was in fucking heaven. Juan would bring me along with him to visit his friends and family and then put me to work sucking ang getting fucked hard by his friends, sometimes twenty or thirty of his friends at a time. he would gather together his super hung Latino studs and put me in a bathroom or garage and I would do whatever he told me to. God I loved juan, he would feed me his thick sperm last and praise me as his perfect creation. One day Juan brought me to garage somewhere. I half smiled.“It was okay,” I said.“Julian?” she said.“Mister Coffee,” I said.“Our coffee maker?” she said.“No, my ancient nick name. Back in the day I drank more coffee than anybody. She called me that,” I said. Marian nodded.“Yes, I remember, now you say it. So?” she said.“Just brought back some memories of times that were, better than they got to be after the bad day,” I said. “Kind of a case of nostalgia. No biggee, really.” She nodded, but I knew she was thinking what I was thinking that.