As they shared a cigarette and passed the bottle of tequila back and forth for courage, Ann commented, "While just getting away from this town will be...great, I think the thing I'm looking forward to the most when we go to college is losing my damn cherry."Terri snickered. Although this was far from the first conversation they'd had on this topic, she couldn't resist teasing Ann a little. "You lost that when your parents sent you to that dude ranch summer camp a few years back to get you away. A vast throng of people, most sitting, but many standing around the roomsedges, watched them as they entered and headed toward a podium at thehead of the room. All of them seemed calm enough, watching Patrick andMindy with looks running the gamut from confusion to subdued anger. Theirfaces were of all ages, sexes, and description; in every respect an evenmix of people one would expect to find in any small town in the U.S. ofA.. As ordinary as their heads appeared however, their bodies were. So it was on a Saturday afternoon that I was flaked out in my bath almost comatose in fact.The sound of the bathroom door opening startled me awake. Instantly I was puzzled, even wary, as, as far as I knew I was alone in the house. In my late forties, I was divorced sharing my house only with my 22-year-old son. My other child, a 27-year-old daughter was married and had gifted me a beautiful granddaughter. I knew my son was away most weekends including this one, so I was puzzled as to who was. Allow me to introduce you to John and Eric. "Boys, do as you wish, and slave, if you attempt to hurt John or Eric, we will turn the voltage up so high that your balls will literally sizzle off." The three girls then pulled up chairs to watch what was going to happen. They seemed very interested in what was about to take place. John stepped forward, his cock dangling in front of the mouth of the slave and he said "Open up, bitch." The slave opened his mouth and he could see the cock slowly.