Santiago could barely keep his eyes on the road. He was grinning and laughing as he watched Victor pulling on my tits and nipples, and he even reached...over and grabbed a handful of boob on occasion, as well. After a while, Victor said, “that’s enough, Santiago….this one is mine. You can have any of the others, but this one stays with me.”And with that, Victor unzipped his pants, fished out his big cock….I could feel him stroking himself against my back, as I sat naked on his lap. Then he pushed. ”“They're that sensitive?” another girl asked, her eyes wide.“Yes, they are. They're like...extensions of my pussy. It makes me feel amazing to touch and stroke others with them.”“And take their maidenheads?” Peony asked.“That is definitely a treat,” I nodded. “Like Christmas pudding.”Christmas? asked Merita.Just a holiday. Where we—My thoughts were scattered by Christine's tongue licking at the tip of my appendage. She circled it, gathering the juices beading on my purple tentacle, her blue. "Are you okay?" she asked.I shrugged. "I guess... I don't know... I mean I've been preparing myselffor this..."She came over to me and gave me a hug, saying "Jordan, I would doanything to fix this if I could... You know that don't you?"I nodded. "Yeah Mom I do... Thanks... It's just something else I've gotto get used to, I guess." Get used to?" she asked. "So, are you going to be wearing these thingsfrom now on?"I nodded, but said, "The jeans and underwear feel pretty good... I knowyou said I. I snapped off the TV and rose to investigate. A slim blonde woman was lying on the stoop. Her face was covered with bruises. Her clothes had been torn, as if she had been in a vicious fight. There was something familiar about her… I scooped her up and carried her inside, then laid her down on the sofa. ‘Let’s get you cleaned up, miss.’ I applied an antiseptic to the cuts on her face, then removed her tattered clothes. She was too weak to protest. More bruises and cuts covered her upper body. I.