It was the same taste as the girl's. I wore it all dayas I played. No one came. After a few days a girl came in to cut my hair. She was wearing a name...ag that said "Becky". Maybe that was a mistake, but I made sure toremember it. We went into another room I hadn't seen before where therewas a hair cutting station. She washed my long brown hair and cut it in avery feminine style. She plucked my eyebrows a little and put somethingon my face that took away my beard. "Your face will be sore for a. But now Cassandra had actually pulled away from licking his dick clean after fucking Amy’s ass. It was only a second of hesitation but it was enough, he had made it clear to both of them that he expected them to clean anything he wanted. Hell, he had had them clean the floor after a party using only their tongues often enough.He had Cassandra kneeling on the floor wearing heavy latex. Cassandra hated being still like that which is why it was her punishment. Amy actually loved being used like a. If she looked like my mom, I had a whore for a mother.The meal was excellent, the bottle of wine we had making it even better. When it was over, I thanked her for getting me out of the house and prepared to leave."Oh no, missy, we're going into the bar and have a proper drink or two, and take in the beefcake. And don't worry, I'll play nice, and we'll leave alone."An hour and three really strong drinks later, I was feeling really good. The band started, and the 'gentlemen' started asking us to. I gasped and it was gone. A flowing hand cupped at my balls and with a slight squeeze it moved on to a rapidly growing cock. I protested at the m*****ation but my cock gave away my true feelings. His hands kept moving up my body sweeping over my chest and electrifying my nipples. Suddenly his hand closed over my nose. I couldn’t breathe I opened my mouth to fill my lungs with air but something else was pushed in. A plastic ball. A ball full of holes held my mouth open and pushed my tongue.