You were serious!'But, Master! What about my panties?' I asked stunned at what you were suggesting.'Do you have to pee or not, little one?''Yes, but.....''Well then get to it, we have other things to do.' you said, getting a little impatient with my whining.'Yes, Master, but I have no way to clean myself...' I pause. 'After.''Just let me handle that. Now be a good girl and hike that dress up and get on with it.' The command is soft, but a command nonetheless.I shot you a cross look, but complied. They all pounced then except one who had her video phone trained at me. They laughed as they pulled my trainers off followed by my socks. I was warned I’d get a good kicking if I screamed out whilst they prodded my fat stomach and called me ‘fatty’ and ‘chunky’.Pinning me by my arms and ankles so I couldn’t struggle, one of them pulled my jeans down and removed them completely. Then she tugged at my panties, pulling them sideways so that they ripped. My T-shirt was being pulled up over my. I then made him massage his ball sack with his left hand while he jerked his penis with the right. After only 6 minutes of this his body tensed up his groans became screams. His stomache began to pump in and out in and out. His stomache did this in a ripple fashion of pumping in and out. Lastly he curled his toes at the end of the bed. Then JALAL CAME......... In the most manly voice I ever heard he screamed. Jizz shot out in one straight continuous flow. Which of course I tweaked his body to. ’ Steven thought, as he put his key into the lock and clicked the front door to his apartment open. Pulling the key out he stepped inside, shutting and locking the door behind him as he went, after all there were a lot of crazy people in the world, and here recently he had to clean up after a lot of them. His apartment was a small one bedroom apartment. It had a kitchen, laundry room, living room, bath room, and a bed room. Each room had its own decorations and items. The living room was where.