"Please don't do this to me....I can't do t his. Let me go...I won't say a word. But I'm not....gay. I can't do this....." My voice cracked as I spoke...He chuckled. "Boy...I've already done it to you. I don't give a rat’s ass if you're gay or not. From now on you're my little faggot, and you'll do as I say. Anything else?"A tear ran down my face. My voice cracked some more. "What are you going to do to me? When can I go?"Master smiled a wicked grin and leaned forward. He was almost face to face. .. scrotum... 13.2 ounces..." Mariana made the entries into the log book and I snapped away. Our second groom ascended the steps up to the marriage altar just as Tess's first new husband finished up, spraying what I counted as seven full squirts into the collection cup being held primly by one of the attending hand maidens. The third entrant came up and the process started over again. After a while, I became almost dizzy with the preponderance of huge African phalli being waved about in my. He decided to take it one step further as he began to pull her panties down over her butt. A few minutes later my wife’s panties were on the floor. My wife had enjoyed the massage so much she didn’t even try to stop him at all. He ran his hands all over ass and her upper legs for the next several minutes. A few of the times he let his hand gently graze against her very swollen pussy. Her body would jerked every time his hand got close to her pussy.Things were moving along in a favorable way as. ’ ‘I’d be happy to accept your invitation for a cup of coffee,’ John said. He didn’t feel like driving up to the mountains this late, and going to an empty motel room held little fascination for him. Besides, he didn’t want his night with Gail to end yet. When they arrived at Gail’s apartment, they went inside and stood in her living room, looking at each other. Neither of them sure what to do or say. Finally John held out his arms, Gail moved into them and, once again, their lips met..