I didn’t want to know what it was about. I had no idea it was going to get him killed,” she said.“So if it wasn’t the pot, what was it?” I a...ked.“I don’t know. The fight was about me not leaving when he asked me to go. He wanted an hour to talk to someone. He was scared of him,” she said.“Why,” I asked.“Allen said he was dangerous. I figured he was someone deep in the closet. I left to give them room. I was glad to leave I didn’t want to take part in their game,” Sarah said.“Why didn’t you tell. ” As he said this I felt a cock placed in each hand, so I began to stroke them as best I could with my wrists bound. I felt a cock slapping against my face, then rubbing it. A guy was jerking himself off using the friction of my face and his hand, while another cock was slowly inching inside my sissy pussy. I could hear other men stroking their cocks around me, but I could have no idea how many. As the guy in my ass pulled out, another immediately took his place while he moved up to the funnel. Brandon held my cock in his mouth, licking the head. When my cock stopped twitching he took it from his mouth and removed his fingers from my ass at the same time, leaving it feeling vacant. He held my cock in his hand, licked the slit and kissed the head. He slid back up my body and pulling my head to him gave me a very passionate kiss. My lips parted in invitation as his tongue came in with a large gob of my cum. We passed the cum back and forth several times until I swallowed it. I lounged. All right. All right. Okay. Look, ... uh … the Chinese food and the beer has messed with my head. Okay? I’m less there, less quick as to what’s going on. Okay? So give me a break on this. Okay? Look, Marie, we’re supposed to be having fun. Aren’t you having fun?”“Not anymore! Not after you enjoyed fucking my friend, Sarah, so much! Not after you ate Sarah’s pussy. You didn’t eat my pussy! We were supposed to have something special between us, something we couldn’t share with.