Brad untied me, got me dressed - well put my coat on, I put the suspenders and belt in my bag and we left the room together. I felt like a used whore,...walking round a hotel in just boots and a coat, and it was such a dirty, slutty sensation it felt so good. Brad asked what he should do with the money and I told him I had given my cash from the last encounter to a charity shop in town. We stopped at the same shop as he drove me home and I pushed the money through the letter box. I might be a. When I saw her I was really very very happy. She was looking very beautiful in her light blue sari and she was wearing a very tight blouse. Her sari was tightly tied and her thick jet black long hairs which were tied into a plat were adding stars to her beauty. I welcomed her with the flowers and we went to a table which was booked earlier itself. Its really surprising that as long as one is not with a person he thinks that when I meet him/her I am going to talk this and talk that and do this. How could I tell them that I was getting off on beingdominated and used by them?I had barely swallowed his cum when Brad grabbed my hair and forced my faceinto his crotch."Start sucking, doggy" he commanded me. He must have been really turned onbecause he shot his load down my throat in less than a minute.Now it was Stoner's turn again. He was sitting in a lounge chair, naked,erect. He made me crawl around the room, taunting me about what a cutelittle puppy I was, until I was directly in front. I was adopted at an early age and was raised into ahousehold of fun and open-mindedness. I always remember beautiful womenover at my house, sometimes at night I would hear noises coming from momsroom. I soon learned she was a lesbian, she liked women. I was intriguedby this, I wanted to know hat they did at night when I heard noises.Mother would always treat me special. I really felt she loved me betterthan her blood son. I had a close bond with her. When I arrived at her house I was 6 years.