I never asked and kept walking. Further down the street I saw a sign for a sex shop with peep show booths. Without thinking about it I walked in and s...arted looking at the porn mags. The shop was small and had a tinsel curtain separating the booths from the store. I came to the gay magazines and my cock strained against my jeans as I lingered over images of submissive white guys choking on huge black cocks and receiving creamy facials. By this point I was really horny and couldn’t think. "Here you see," he cried, lifting the girl's head with his whip handle, "that rarest of creatures, a true wonder, a New York virgin." The crowd tittered. "She goes to the winners, but," he said with a pause, looking about, "they must use here right here, for your enjoyment as well."The crowd applauded politely, and he bowed and stumbled. I suppose there might have been two score of them, about two-thirds men, and half of those in uniform. A knot of soldiers lounged behind them, their muskets. I had the whole thing wrong probably. I mean being cuckolded by a lesbian was a little hard for me to take. Been much better if it had been you, or someone else that Melissa went for. But when Ellen came up, I really was shocked. I mean totally, totally shocked. And beaten!" Hard for me to imagine, too." I said solicitously."But now, I'm OK. Thanks mostly to you. And, of course, really big thanks to Jody. She is a complete friend and a totally great woman. I always knew that, but I just didn't. ”“And is that all, you kinky boy? Come on, tell the truth.”“Er no, Aunty. I take my clothes off and put the knickers on — and mummy’s bra and stockings.”“That’s not all though is it. Angie tells me you’ve been sneakily watching her undress when she has her morning shower. I wonder what you find most arousing — her boobs, or her bottom — or is it her pussy? I bet it makes you so horny that you go and wank in your bedroom thinking about touching her — or even fucking her.”“Hmm yes, Aunty, but.