I can best describe them as social outcasts. They were all from homes locally. That evening there were 27 helpers twenty ladies and seven gentlemen.Ob...iously we ladies were very correctly attired. My dress was a daffodil yellow colour with pretty little blue bows around the hem. stockings, suspenders, and high heels were the order of the time. No ladies ever wore jeans or trousers when out socially.Martha told me not to be too friendly with the visitors. I was not sure what she meant. I. " "My...pocket..." I managed to say, enduring the wonderful feeling of Maria's tongue and throat. She reached into the pocket and retrieved the dildo. She gasped theatrically. "You naughty boy! Mmm....but I knew you were curious. Do you like the way my pussy smells?" I nodded. "And my ass? Do you like that too?" I nodded to keep pace, and realized what the other smell was on the dildo I couldn't make out. My fiancee and I had only done anal once, when we were particularly drunk and there was. He'd always be dressed in Jena's pretty dresses becauseshe wanted him to know anyone who saw him would only see a pretty littlebaby girl. With that she inserted the minicomputers and Johnathandescended into hell. Only Jena's sense of smell remained and Johnathanwas sure as soon as Mother found a way that would be taken away too.Johnathan clung to that slim touch of reality. He could tell when sheentered the room by her scent, the wet nurse by the smell of milk. Hecould feel and smell when Jena. As we started to shower, Karen soaped her hands and ran them over my cock, she started a slow sensuous massage which had my cock erect in seconds.Then rinsing the soap; she knelt before me and began sucking my cock, I warned her that I needed to pee. She pulled back and said "your toilet is waiting master"I nodded as the first trickle emerged from my cock head, she quickly engulfed the head in her mouth and allowed me to piss straight down her throat, and she never spilt a drop. She then stood.