I wondered if a guy coulddo that. Then suddenly it hit me, wait a minute what are you thinkingof. Guys don't do things like that. That margarita mu...t be getting tome. Stop thinking that way!!!I got out of the shower and walked over to my sink to brush my hair. AsI looked in the mirror I saw ..... breasts! Breasts, tits, boobs,hooters, whatever you wanted to call them, I had them. The hair on mychest had hidden them from being obvious, but there they were. Theyweren't Playboy magazine. That was my job. Tough, huh?While I was still in college I had worked off and on in the used slut department trying to get rid of sex slaves that had been owned but not abused. Right from the start there had been a problem with disposal of worn-out bimbos. Some people just deactivated them and had their bodies incinerated with the trash, but that was a waste. There were, after all, many men who could not afford a brand new sex slave and were quite willing to enjoy one that had been used 50,000. It was next to impossible to keep my eyes on them, but I felt the most serene intimacy I could when I did.I kept my mouth open the whole time; whether it was wide open or just halfway, they clearly knew they had me very happy and wanting more. Although, they both just took turns sucking my cock and surely making it as hot as possible too.Mandy even rose a bit with my pecker in her hand and rubbed it on her nipple. "So, are you gonna keep eye-fucking us, scumbag?" I'll try not to, Mandy." You. Mainey kaha main bilkul thik hoon. Is par usney meri akhon mein akhein daali aur kaha ki main bio student hun aur tumhari pent ka tent ban gaya hai. Aur kaeh rehe ho thik ho. Ab jao yaha se. Main chala gya main bahut excite ho chuka tha main jaldi jaldi bathroom ki tarf gaya aur muth marney laga. Main jab apna lund saaf karke bahar aaya toh mainey dekha ki preety fat se apney room mein chali gayee. Mainey preety ka door knock kiya preety andar se boli kya baat hai. Mainey kaha kuch chaiye tha..