I screamed around Charlie’s cock, as Jim forced more and more of it into me.You have to understand here, a week ago, I had gotten a few hand jobs fr...m girls at school, and daydreamed a lot, but at my age, my hormones vastly outweighed my knowledge. Jim had ****d me last week and awoken something in me that hadn’t fully been explored yet. Now here I was, dressed as a maid, getting my mouth and ass stuffed with three cocks, and even through all the shame and humiliation I felt, loving it.Charlie. I was shivering with fear. His arms went around me and he held me tightly. I could feel him becoming aroused and couldn’t believe it. He was aroused by ME? I wanted to touch him but was afraid I would burst the bubble. I could feel it pressing against my rear end. It felt huge. I tried to relax but the feel of it had my juices flowing, I had not been close to a man in ten years. I was trembling, not from fear but from desire. I bit what was left of my lips. I couldn’t help it, I moaned a little. His mother's side of the family ran a night club and during the early evening he listened to the music and wondered what it would be like to feel silk blouses against his skin or the feel the breeze of wind blowing through a skirt he could wear. He always knew he was different. When he was little he prefered to play barbie dolls with Missy instead of gun games with Jason. He always hated playing the father when playing house with his sister and her friend. He loved it when her friend couldn't. He visited the grave several times and had his bodyguards carry away some soil from the burial ground. All seemed peaceful in Mashad, as the only tumult came from the restless desert sands that swept over the pilgrims who camped there. Most of the tour, however, was spent in Teheran under close protection. He gave a brief sermon in a stadium which served as one of the many cultural centers in Iran. He led prayers for five thousand at the Teheran University mosque. Twenty thousand pilgrims.