A petite Asian woman was going to town on that boy’s cock. It looked consensual, given the way his eyes were rolling back in his head. She was gorge...us, but surely way out of that boy’s league. They were sex demons for a reason, she supposed.Jean was perched in a vent above. It was starting to get uncomfortable, but she’d been in worse positions for longer, and besides, it was almost entertaining. If the stupid boy wasn’t about to give in and sell his soul just so he could cum on that woman’s. As soon as she had flipped on the security light, the boys outside the fence had scattered. Gary, the unfortunate butt of the joke, had tried to cover himself, but not before Liz had a chance to see something very eye-catching between his legs. The other men had run off with his clothes, so Liz grabbed a towel for him to cover up with while she tried to figure out what to do. When that towel rose up in tent-like fashion a short while thereafter, she’d immediately come up with an idea. Gary. I was thevulnerable one, me. It was me feeling a sense of shame and sheepish.Me.Sliding into the driver seat I pull down the visor mirror and look atthe result of thirty or so hours crazy partying. This is what a wholeweekend of hot, raw, man on sissy, and sissy on sissy sex looks like onme. I was one hot mess. My face was a smeared palette of colors. Ilooked like Tammy Faye after a good long cry. If someone I knew were tosee me right now? I'd die here on the spot. Poof! Gone just like. "I thought I was more fucked up than I was or something." I smiled wondering how fucked up was he before now, and how fucked up was he going to be.We made some small talk about what we liked sexually. I told him that I was a bottom and rarely was a top. He said he was versatile but did prefer to be the top. This worked out well as we were about to get into some hot and nasty faggot sex!!We finished our joints a few minutes later and downed another beer as we headed for Robert's bedroom. .