He started to moan, his hand guiding my head into a slightly faster rhythm, “That’s more like it, you’re a good little faggoty slut.”“I’m ...ot a faggot”, I tried to say, but it only came out as a mumble because of the enlarged cock in my mouth.I pulled my mouth off him and looked up at him in attempted challenge, “Crossdressing isn’t about that for me. I’m into girls!”“Well, crossdressing is about being a cocktease, you can’t deny that!” he growled angrily and pushed me back down on his. "Long night, huh?" And it's not over," I said as I looked back to the only quiet members of our recently expanded family.Everyone started climbing into cars: Renée and Erin in Renée's car; Tabitha, Yvonne, Linda and Li in Tabitha's car; and Jeri, Alexandria, Mandy and me all got in Jeri's car. In the back seat Mandy was curled up next to me. Honestly, she should have been wearing her seat belt, but I didn't mind. In fact, feeling her warm silky body against mine was bringing around my arousal. When the leg began to cramp hewould shift to the other. Benjamin's hands were tied at the wrist andover his head; they were hooked to a hook hanging from a cable. Thecable had a steel ring attached and Benjamin could relieve the pain andcramps in his legs by lifting himself up with the ring. Of course thisput a strain on his shoulders and arms so he could not stand this formore than a few minutes. Poor Benjamin was "riding the horse" - acurious comical dance of lift, drop, point your toe, point. ”“That scared the crap out of me,” Chris told her.“Steve is fine with it,” Christy replied, “I don’t ever want to hide anything; I need it all to be in the open, I have no secrets from him and I don’t want any.”I worked myself off and waited for her to come to bed; it was a further thirty minutes before she joined me. She was still topless and carrying her vest and thong and she had a huge smile on her face.“I’m sorry,” Christy said, “I didn’t mean for that to happen or for you to see.