I glance down periodically, ogling her luscious pins, make it clear I'm enjoying the view. Old Ken's looking too, although he's trying not to, which i... funny. As if. Has the guy even been with a woman his whole life? Seriously doubt it. Brad Pitt he is not."So, all set?" I say, wrapping up. "Sure, Mark. I'm looking forward to it," says Emma. I like the knowing way she's grinning at me. "Kenneth?" I say, still looking at Emma. She's idly fingering a button on her blouse. It's a spectacular view. It felt gorgeous as the pair of rock hard cocks were pushed into me at the same time, I let my head fall back and let out a lusty moan 'OHH yesss! shove those cocks in you fuckers, stuff me full of fucking cocks!!'I looked around and saw Dave sat on a sofa being sucked by one of the french maids, she was right down at the root of his cock and had his big balls in her hand. Then the men surrounding me closed in and my view of dave was obscured by the 15 or so men who wanted to have their turn on. Every violation required an appropriate response. Personally, I preferred to act beyond appropriate.I did not know the tools or trade of the demonologist, but I knew the way of the spy. I had to find the secret entrance that would reveal the path to my tormentor's weakness.On the third night, I said, "Kiss me."The eager man body, attached to aroused horseflesh, stuffed his thick tendril into my mouth. I choked and I gagged. I awoke vomiting. In my dream, I had passed his flood of cum out my. What’s that about?”“Well,” said answered Owen, “all the bedrooms get used more than once in an evening. So someone has to change the sheets. That someone is one of us hubbies.”“You’re k**ding!” – exclaimed Bruce. This was getting more and more unbelievable.“Nope. Needless to say, there would be hell to pay if one of the men went into a room and the bed wasn’t made up with clean sheets, towels, fresh bottles of water, clean glasses. We just call it sheets for short ‘cause that’s the main thing..