"I like a man with a plan," she told me afterward.Pulling me to my feet, her hand went from my hand to my swollen cock, leading it and me to her bedro...m. Her robe falling to the floor, she sat on her bed her mouth bringing wet heat around my glans. One of my hands caressed her cheek feeling the expansion caused by my cock head and the other hand thumbed her nipples while her soft resilient tit flesh was cupped by my palm. She spit into her hand and rubbed my base before returning her mouth to. And it's hard to say if I would have stopped them or not. I was completely exposed and these four men were essentially photographing this to show it to other people in the future. They'd see the vulnerability too, and I'm sure they'd enjoy it.And all of a sudden, the hand covering my vagina started to rub it in a circular motion. And the boys clearly noticed; I saw all of their eyes look down at that area. I started to breathe more from my mouth, looking down as if I was doing something. A hard slap on her ass and a commandto crawl got her started across the bar. Several womenmade lewd comments as she passed wanting a turn withher latter but Melissa would tell them she was hers forthe moment and maybe later. Her continued swats on herass kept her moving till they returned to the bar andMelissa got off.“Is my slut thirsty again?” Melissa asked.“Yes mistress. Slut needs a drink.” Joan gasped inrelief.“Bend over the barstool slut on your stomach.. Then she smiled to herself again because, in a way she did havethat daughter she had dreamed of. Not a girl but a sissy boy and for thefirst time that word didn't scare her. Actually she used the word thatCarol had and hugged her little Janeboy before he went off to bed allfreshly scrubbed.*****It was while she was at work that it came to her. That light pink nightgownshe sometimes wore was missing. It hadn't dawned on her that Bobby mighthave taken it till now. She wasn't quick on laundry or.