It was from a site called 'Fuck'n Good Games'. We wanted to look it up but something in our conditioning would not allow us to type that in. From what...we could deduct, Mark had turned our evening of pleasure into a game and had us get a percentage of the profit. There was something very humiliating for getting paid like that. The payments made us kind of whores. Fuck, it became a turn on.Then there was the sex. I don't know about the other girls but it has never been the same since that game.. . too funny. So, Kristi, what were you going to say when my mom came in. You were saying something about, how smart I am, and how much I understand people ... I wanna hear more about that!" You're a little wiseass too, aren't you?" Kristi said with a smile as they got into the car."Sometimes," Taylor replied. "Jack just said that to me too, so it must be true! But seriously, not about me being smart or whatever ... but what were you gonna say?" Well Taylor, listening to you has really got me. Jen knew that enough was enough. "No!" she said firmly, and pulled herself away from Mike and Carlos's grasp. She pushed her skirt down, and pulled her blouse around her so her breasts were covered. "No, Mike, that's enough."Mike quickly got up and wrapped his arms around his fiancée. "Okay, okay, we'll stop," he said reassuringly. "Just dance with me, okay?" Mike held Jen tightly and swayed to the music. Jen initially resisted. She was so turned on. She wanted to go into the privacy of their. This accomplished, I quickly went into our bedroom to doff my pants and then reach into my briefs to fold my prick back between my legs under my crotch. Melanie followed, and was holding one of my flesh colored gaffes which had a realistic looking vagina molded onto it, and a good bit of brown hair to look like a feminine bush. She helped me step into it, which was a lot easier than doing it solo with one hand jammed into my crotch.With my crotch now looking feminine, we started making the.