Are we clear on that? I own you, just as I own Stacey, and yes, I own Ellie now. Hell, I own Duane and Vince now, don’t I, guys? I’m a collector, ...t seems. I collect playthings. That was always my big fantasy, anyway. A harem full of sluts to own and fuck to my heart’s content. I settled for being simply a swinging bachelor as opposed to the worst cases, such as a monogamous husband, or worse, a celibate or cuckold of some kind! Run right back, Trish,” I ordered Ellie’s aunt before turning to. One boy was holding my head and kissing me deep on my mouth. His tongue in my mouth- was driving me mad. My boyfriend and some other boy were playing with my boobs. They had held my hands. Some one was kissing my boobs and sucking my nipples... I was not in this world but floating in heaven. I found two hands one on each side, playing with my wet pussy. They were separating my pussy lips and trying to enter their fingures deep inside. Suddenly I saw my Boyfriend getting ready with his thick. How I’d strip my cloths off slowly, not letting the men near me even when down to just high heels panties and stockings, always wanting to show off pulling my panties down with my back to the audience slowly lowering those panties passed my bum cheeks showing my puckered hole, swaying to imaginary music I new I was doing it and they loved it. I remember always I’d reach back putting one hand on each cheek to spread my arse further and expose the little pink wrinkled button with the slightly. Some of the girls were half asleep and some were busy chatting with their boy friends .At 10’o clock suddenly the wheels screeched to the halt and we were ready to get down on the picnic spot. The spot was sparsely crowded , an ample space for us to settle down. All the bags and utensils were carried to the spot with the edibles. The bus turned away only to return back in the evening. The boys planned to swim in the placid rivulet. I removed my jeans and changed into shorts. Few boys were busy.