"Ah awake I see," I groggily lifted my head and looked at the directionof the voice. "Good I like it when they are awake much better." Itried to sit...up, but quickly found that I was strapped to a table orchair some strange device. There was Ben, standing over me, smilingthat self satisfied grin of his. I didn't understand, as my bodystarted to flood with feeling I tried to shake my head to clear it butit felt strangely heavy. Something was on my head I tried to turn andsee it. But whatever. It wiggled as I picked it up. “Then get on your hands and knees. I need to fuck.”You. My girlfriend. I was a lesbian. I didn't want Clint.“Okay,” she said, pulling off her nightshirt, revealing those round tits, pierced nipples, and the golden dandelion tattooed on her shaved pubic mound right above her pussy. My sweet Dandi. I loved her. I didn't need Clint when I had her. Right?I peeled off my shirt and shorts in record time as she rolled onto her hands and knees. Her shaved pussy peeked out. Stacy turned her head to watch him. "As for still being horny... I'm glad to hear it. I may not be a teenager anymore, but I'm definitely still good for more than one shot a night." His feet took him to stand near Betty, his knee against her shoulder.She looked up at him. "Can I help you?" she asked in a mocking voice.Frank dropped and discarded his boxers. His large cock was hanging limp but heavy. "I was hoping for a little oral assistance." He answered.Betty let her eyes roll. "Who writes. Then he left the room.I took a long, hot shower. It took longer than usual because I spent so long leaning against the shower wall and crying. I couldn't believe what my life had become.I tried desperately not to think of what they had planned for me when I went back out there. I had been given to Shanaya. What for? Did those girls want me to satisfy them, too? Oh god! I hope not. That was even more disgusting than what I was doing now!I was still standing under the hot water when the bathroom.