In the meantime, I decided to clean up what was left of the party: the plastic cups, the drinks in the coolers, the bags of chips. I tidied them up an... put them in their respective places - at least where I thought they belonged in this house. Then I looked over at the glass patio door... and decided to walk over to it, completely exposed.I looked out at their small backyard - it was fenced, and at this angle, unless they were right in the backyard, no one would be able to see me. I decided to. On that day she saw me watching porn and shouted from the window.I got scared and sweated.She came and rang the door bell first i didnt open the door because of fear then after 3 rangs i finally open the door.She came in and closed the door started scolding me.She told that she will inform to my mom.I beg her but she is not convinced.Then finally i took a knife on hand and blackmailed that i wil dye if she informed.Then she is bit calm.Then i told this is common in this age.Then i slowly talk. They replied “A couple of coffees would go down nice thanks”. Peter came through to the kitchen and asked if he could use the toilet, I motioned upstairs and up he went.When he came down I was stood in the doorway talking to Paul when Peter put his hands on my hips and brushed past me, I must admit my cock twitched. As I made the drinks I took them into the conservatory and handed a cup to Peter, he took it and placed it on the windowsill. As I turned to Paul he said “Put it on floor will you”. I own you, whore."I whimpered torturously around Sir's fingers as I heard the words I knew I needed to hear, my fate spelled out with certainty beyond my ability to sway. The pressure in my sissy balls was too much to bear now, as Daddy reached down and removed the straps from my clitty. I could feel it coming, and nothing would stop it now.Daddy pulled out of me, but I wasn't empty for longer than a moment as one of his friends took his place, fucking me at the same kind of pace that Daddy.