I guess you can do the math on that one."I'm not quite there yet. I can only manage three sacks. My mother says I'm still a growing boy," he laughed.I...inquired, "You said it's a curse, too. Why's that?"He grinned at me. "Ever had a sticky drawer? You know just how much you need to jerk to open it? Well, think of the couple of times it didn't stick, and you used the same amount of force on it. What happened to the drawer?" It ends up across the room with all the stuff on the floor. I've had it. Since those two were the ones selected for the important part of this plan the females weren't really important. Though I just couldn't let them go either.--They were all good quality bitches and would bring a good price. Plus we played this in such a way that if they were found wearing our slave collars it wouldn't hurt our little deception any. So within a minute each of these bitches were wearing collars and shackles. Next each bitch was gagged and had hood placed over their heads. Their. With maybe a minute or two of pounding done, he pulled out and was replaced by the other man. They took turns holding open my ass for the other one while they fucked me. I lost count of how many times they switched, but it was many, many times. They kept me in this position for what seemed like ages, spanking me and fucking me hard. Their continual swapping was keeping them from cumming quickly and they fucked me hard and long.I could feel my own pleasure building up as they took turns on my. CHAPTER 2I woke up the next morning, and got out of bed and did as I normallywould, showered got dressed and went down to have breakfast. There I sawmom and Dad at the table I chose just to proceed as normal and notmention the events of the previous evening. I went and got a bowl ofcereal before sitting down next to my father."Ahem," he said looking at me."What?" This end of the table is for the men of the house. I think you bettersit down beside your mother where the women and children.