I guess she is treating me like a little toddler that has nosay so in her life anyway. What did I just think, I referred to myselfas a 'her'? Oh, man,...I really need to start acting more manly or atleast like a big boy or I will be in panties and a pretty dress toofast."Okay I am back sweetie. I am going to lay your bed down so we can getthat soaked diaper off of you real quick and get you changed so you canhave a little breakfast before your mommy and sisters come to take youhome okay?"I smile. ”“You did?” Lissa asked. “Why?”“I took Ben Bowers with me.” My heart started beating in my throat. Ben Bowers is the art critic for the Times. That might not seem like much in a town like ours, but he was highly respected in art circles and had written critiques of work all over the world. He could be a scathing critic or a word from him could make the career of a new artist. Damn! Why had he brought an art critic to see a piece of student art? I grabbed both Lissa’s and Melody’s hands under. She was actually turned on by this! She let go of one of the cocks and reached down between her legs to start rubbing herself to completion. The man in front of her said, “Good girl,” and replaced his tongue with his cock. She tried to bring him over the edge quickly as a thank you of some kind. What for? She wasn’t sure, but she was now open for business in three locations. As she fell into rhythm, the hands holding her down lifted and she was able to fuck her ass against the cocks while they. He started kissing my fingers like he was hungry since days. I was feeling good with his kisses and leaking my arms.Another guy came and asked, can I kiss your thigh?I was enjoying my arms, I smiled and closed my eyes, that guy started kissing my feet, then legs, then knees and then started crushing my naked thighs inside my short skirt. Both of them were making me feel good.Suddenly guy kissing arm put his hand between my two legs and lifted me. I said ooh and was laughing on this act.They.