Starting at one end John walks down the lines of girls looking at their faces as Brooke states their name and ticks her list. With each girl he caress...s her face with his right hand and runs his hand down to fondle her breast. They all smile, and some moan as he touches their breast. He splits the regulars and newbies evenly between the buses. Finally he’s down to the twins. Placing a hand on a cheek of each he runs it down to fondle a breast on each girl, “If you’re coming, put your bags in. She looks like one, at least. Don’t tell me that she is actually a… “I-I’m a guy, you know!” I blurt out my last ditch effort fend off these rascals. I knew, subconsciously, that such an admission would do nothing. And sure enough..."Don't matter to me, long as you got that fine ass." The male uttered to me. I was to frightened to be flattered. "We'll fuck you good regardless." The woman cooed. They inched closer to me! I began to sweat! What do I do?"Stop."A third voice commanded. It was stern. From the top of her whore red hair to her 5-inch platform heels, she oozed sex. She always wanted to be a slave whore, the perfect picture of a beautiful whore complete, and now she was one at last. From the top of her whore red hair to her 5-inch platform heels, she oozed sex. Because she had taken such care in preparing herself, dressing, becoming the perfect product, perfectly packaged and presented, she was considered and applauded by all those present the ultimate Fuck-doll. And so was she. Seconds later, she engulfed him with her mouth again, this time plunging her lips down his length until he was nudging against her throat. Hands on her head and shoulders, Donovan swayed as she bobbed her head back and forth seated before him. Hungry gasps and slurps, and naughty, wet squelches filled the room. He watched as the fingers of her free hand crawled up his body like a spider, clawing their way up past his belly and to his chest, pulling at his nipple. Bonnie’s trim brows pinched.