At the end of my last story I stated I was fucked again a few days later. What I did not say is how many times I was fucked or where.I either met and ...ad sex at a local gay cruising/pick up location or went to the guys home nearby to have sex in his bed. I had three men, one transsexual and one woman that day.Here is part 1:I had a bunch of errands to run on the other side of town from where I live. On this side of town is a popular gay cruising site. It is a city park were guys can park, meet,. He moaned and slowly pulled his cock out, but not before reaching over the side of the bed and grabbing something. Once he'd pulled the whole way out he pushed something back in and I realized that what he'd grabbed was a butt plug."I'm just gonna take a little break...this has taken more out of me than it normally does," Tom said exasperatedly while he sat back in the chair that he had been in while I sucked on his cock. I turned back and continued eating out Cindy's asshole until it was. The hem was about three inches below my butt, but worse was there were no openings or places to put my arms. If I reached wrong, the whole dress was lifted, and exposing me. I loved wearing it, but at the same time, I couldn’t do it in front of Tony’s co-workers, and superiors.Next to it lay another inappropriate dress, again of satin, but one that exposed a lot of side-boob, and a very deep drape. The hem was also another too-short for business affairs length. It was hot, and great for social. First they trailed down her neck, where his thumbs pressed roughly against her throat—she almost thought he was going to choke her.“You give me what I want, I’ll help you out,” he told her. Terry then took the opportunity to cup Amanda’s tits, uncaring towards the woman’s quiet crying that had started. “Do they hurt?” he asked curiously. “I use to screw a woman who said her tits would ache whenever her baby cried for her.”“They hurt,” Amanda confirmed. “Please stop touching me.”Terry laughed..