“Moan for me! Yeah, that’s it! You like it when daddy plays with your tits? Would you like it if he started sucking on your nipples baby?” Anton...o’s deep voice rasped into her ear. She whimpered and begged him to suck on her hard, little nipples deep into his throat. “You sound horny baby. Do you need a dick in that wet pussy? I know you love to be my little slut. I bet you’re soaking those jeans,” he fiercely commented. He wanted to pull her hair and ram his stiff cock deep inside her velvet. “Yes. Couldn’t be better.”She rearranged her legs, sat, and slid beneath the water, rinsing off the soap suds. I touched her face. She took my hand and sucked on a finger.“Want company in the tub?” I asked. “Of course. Stand up and I’ll wash you.”I stepped in as she found the bar of soap. “Cleanliness is good,” I said.Kneeling in front of me, she looked at my cock. “You’re already hard.” “How could I watch you and not get hard?”She soaped up my cock. “I love to see your prick, you know.”“Mmmm.”. After a couple of minutes I entered the second and went and stood at the urinal. It was quiet. Slowly I unzipped my trousers and took my cock out, pretending to pee. There was nobody there but at least it felt good. In the silence I started to wank myself, still looking over my shoulder in case anyone came in. I decided to try and pee and let out a short stream. I heard footsteps. Someone walked towards the urinal and stood only two yards away. My eyes were frozen on the white enamel and my. If I wereexposed they would deny all knowledge and leave me to face thewrath and rage saying that it was my desire to be like this.I waited downstairs standing in the kitchen alone. All five ofthem were still upstairs getting ready and I could hear theirchatter and laughter. In the hallway I could just see a pictureof my mother. It had been taken years ago on a family holiday. Ifshe were still alive she would not recognise her son. I lookeddown at my dress, tights clad legs and boots and then.