Then she removed my tee and i did hers. While removing her tee, since the bra was already open, everything came of together and she was topless. She h...gged me feeling shy. I could feel the soft boobs crushing into mine. As we continued kissing, my hands were playing with her nipples.I made her lie down on the bed and i kissed her neck. Slowly i came down to her cleavage. I kissed her there while both of my hands were massaging her breast. I rolled my tongue around the perimeter of her breast. Before I could even blink, they were all over me. Their hands, lips, cocks.... I could feel them all around my body. They were very passionate, very manly, yet somehow careful. Slowly everything was turning into a daze and bliss. The passion was taking me over and all of the men. They were getting more and more forward, grabbing and squeezing me in my tight leather outfit. I could constantly hear words like "slut", "whore", "little anal slut", "cock addict", "fucking whore", "leather whore" and. He sometimes had a dickhead-like quality to him, but was actually very sensitive, and he had a big, mushy heart. He was something of a recluse, having become disenchanted with society and all it’s venal inhabitants. He had also all but given up on the opposite sex, as most of his past experiences with girls had been disappointing, to say the least, and a bit traumatizing in some instances. He just didn’t have much luck in that department, and seemed to be a magnet for the psychotic. In fact all. Our lips met with the lightest of pressure at first, but grew stronger. I ran my right hand through his short strawberry blond hair. He broke off our kiss and reached over my shoulder and past me, picking up my pink shower puff from the shelf we had installed in the shower when we moved in. “Let me wash your back,” he said as he also grabbed the body wash and began applying a small amount to the puff. I turned back to face the spray still cascading over me and rested my palms on the wall again.