They were wincing at the pain of the cocks taking their asses, but it soon turned to pleasure as the cocks were lubed by the cum in the sluts’ asses...Several guys had me over by the big picture-window and had me bent over facing the opening as they roughly fucked my ass from behind. I could clearly be seen from the street as they used me. Many cars went by and some slowed down. Some even pulled into the drive and joined the many men there in the process of fucking us. My tits were bouncing and. In only hours, simple pleasures became impossible feats. The easiest of tasks were now overwhelming.I kept thinking, I should have insisted she stay with me instead of letting her get away. I simply had been too offhand about it, lazy, too unconcerned. I deserved my death and hers. I was a dog. No, why blame the dogs? I got up and found the bottle of wine I had brought with me and drank from it heavily. Kitty had been a beautiful lost girl and was dead at 18 because I had been too late to save. He had gone on his own around the city either getting bullied about ormerely ignored as he learned about this new place.Such as food here was nasty and dunked in grease yet it cost money tobuy, no creatures to hunt nor no wine to drink.He also learned he had to preform duties to earn this money which everyjob that he tried out for that was for his skills they told him theyneeded a woman not a man.He ended up working at a place called a "Construction yard." There heworked till his bones ached. ......Strange thing is that Marcia actually sort of disliked Marc for standingin her way when it came to being as perfect a girl as she could be.Without the voice in her head that kept her from embracing her girlhoodcompletely she could have so much more fun. So as soon as mothershandiwork was done and i was looking at the real Marcia-me again(and ilooked unbelievable, mother had me looking like a young fiftiesmoviestar), i decided to tell her about Marc's ministrations to sabotageour plans for.