I tried to hide the evidence of my erection and made an excuse of needing to change into a swimming costume and made my way to the bathroom where with...some relief I pulled down my shorts and my stiff cock sprung out. I would have dearly liked to have had a stress-relieving wank but my sense of propriety and the thoughts of the consequences of being discovered by my ‘guests’ restricted me to have a few strokes to alleviate the itches that I was experiencing. As I pulled up my swimming costume. They weren't using condoms at this party, and she could feel every ridge and bump on his length."I've decided," Phil said, "that athletic girls are more fun." We are? Why?" Well, you have better muscles. That makes you a lot tighter." He withdrew slightly, and then slid home again. "For instance, you're as excited as can be, and as wet, but I can barely get in you." Well, you do feel bigger than a lot of guys I know."He chuckled, which made his cock move in interesting ways. "I'm not that big,. .. and you went and fucked it all up, bitch! So now you are going to make it up to me, understand?" She growled as she slapped my ass.I groaned through the gag, and nodded. Michelle entered me, and pressed her cock deep into me, and held it there as she got in my face, and whispered menacingly."Good. Cuz I have a few conditions of my own. You better get used to the feeling of having a cock deep in your ass like this you little cunt, cuz your days of being a boy are over. You are just too damn. “When?” I thought I knew every minute of her days.Peter laughed at me. “When you work, you’re oblivious to everything. Amelia calls me and I take her shopping. She’s back before you ever emerge from your study. She’s a real clothes horse,” he added.Thinking about it, I saw Amelia in different outfits, a constantly changing appearance. Why hadn’t I noticed before?“How much money have you spent on her?” I asked, thinking I’d reimburse him.“Nothing, except for parking and gas,” Peter responded.