“It’s all inside my butt crack,” he said.I moved my hand down to my own butt and brushed some sand off that had wedged between my cheeks. “Yea..., it’s in mine, too,” I said, laughing.“Man, will you see if I got it all?” Brian said. I glanced over and he had turned his back toward me. He had one hand pulling his butt cheek to the side so that I had a perfect view of his bare asshole. I could even see a little of the bottom of his ball sack between his legs. “Is there any sand left?” he repeated.I. Good place. They both turn their backs on me, walk together a little and lie down on the bed and while I watch them go to bed I keep yelling at them that it's me, Karla, their most submissive, but you can only hear how my throat gets hoarse until it's barely audible. The two go to bed and, in agreement, they turn to see me and smile.Poor waste, little doll that nobody wants, let that piece of plastic be here for a while. Overall, it's just garbage, said Mistress Amy.Saying that, I watch as Amy. She would ask them if I was doing it, if I wasn’t, she would squeeze my balls really hard. Kris also kept questioning my wife. She would ask my wife how it felt and to compare me to her husband. It was at this time that my wife told Kevin and Kris that I didn’t like to fuck hard and fast, that I didn’t last long, that Kevin was way thicker than me, and that if I ever did it twice in one night, it always was a super short fuck. It killed me that my wife was saying all that, but I knew that she. He even let out a little whistle as I approached his brand new 1971 Mustang convertible. Of course, he had no idea what was coming. When I looked at April, she just showed me a grin and wink.When we arrived at the steakhouse, there were several tables available, but April told them we’d wait on a booth. We had to wait almost thirty minutes, but we finally were seated in a fairly private booth.Zeke had a questioning look on his face the whole time. April had told him there was something we.