"Anybody want to fuck the faggot? He looks *good* in those heels, don't he?" He gives my balls a flick with his finger and I grunt from the sudden sho...k."Yo, Little Lim Man," Tyrel says. I turn to him. "Come clean me up." He's sitting on the easy chair I used to use for night time reading. He has one leg out straight, the other one up over the arm of the chair. It's unusual for one of them to do this and I always dread it. Usually, they're happy to have me suck their cum out of my wife's pussy,. ..." he sobbed as his much smaller tongue explored his plumpedup lips." Shhhh Shhhh," Monica cooed as she slowly sculpted Mike's face into amore Asian likeness. "Nothing to be scared of love," she said gentlygetting on her knees again. "This is what you deserve."Mike whimpered as he desperately tried to look down past the orbsblocking his view. "I don't deserve this!" he cried as he felt Monica'shand grip his dick again. "I'm a fucking freak now!"Stacy felt a smile come over her face as Monica. "It's hot!" I replied and almost fell out of the chair as I watched Him come walking out of the kitchen stark naked! He had a towel over his shoulder and he carried an old aluminum bathtub. Duke placed it on the floor and without saying a word,he stood in the tub and washed his face,armpits,the crack of his ass and that huge,dangling,now semi-hard cock of his. "That feels Great!" He exclaimed rincing off with the hot water. "Your turn!" Wh-What?!" I stammered. "You heard me. "Your Turn!" Now. Hastings, I need answers to many questions. Those answers will decide how we proceed. Got it?"She nodded in the affirmative and a slight smile played at the corner of her mouth.She thinks she can talk her way out of this. Good! Not many can. No matter how smart they are, Brady mused."Now, Mrs. Hastings, let's discuss the night of your husband's death. You stated you were home all evening, I believe? You were no where near the alley where your husband's body was found the next morning?" That's.