B1: So ask them.“I want your cum.”Now both T1 and T2 got up, and they pushed me down on my knees. I took their dicks in my hand and started to str...ke them. B1 said, “Ask them, bitch.”Now, T1 forced his dick in my mouth while I was still stroking T2 dick.T1: Ask me what you want.Me: Give me your cum.Now, T2 pulled me towards his side, and he forced his dick in my mouth. I was sucking both their dicks by taking turns. B1 spanked my ass and said, “What do you want?” I said I wanted their cum.B1. Thirty minutes later Bree finally walked through the doors of her parents big empty house. She was slightly out of breath due to her alternating between walking and running home. She had been frightened that Brad and his buddies would decide that her clothing indeed didn't matter and chased her down on her way home. Clothes wouldn't really be required for what they obviously had planned after all. What an asshole she thought as she made her way upstairs to her bedroom. Would he really have. She was his second and he was her third, but by what she says, he was the best she had at the time. Anyways, she made the first move and kissed him. They kissed a couple of times in between talking, then she laid back on the bed. He was acting somewhat nervous so she pulled him down to her, started kissing him more and telling him it was okay. He started loosening up more and more, so she unzipped his pants, she started sucking his dick, which he really enjoyed this time-considering that. I know better than to challenge that look so I go back in to pack.What to pack?? Where am I going, and for what reason? David stands in the doorway and smiles, enjoying my confusion. "Pack the slinky red dress, the short black one, and the backless navy cocktail dress, all my favorites. As well, pack your green silk robe and something to travel in, on your way home. You will only be staying a few days. You will need minimal clothing, no underwear, nothing to cover yourself slave. You will.