I am sure June had had fun choosing them. They walked around the room hugging and kissing everyone. One had his G-string pulled down by June and I was...most impressed. Not only a hunk but hung. He came up to me and everyone started to shout “grab his cock”. I guess I was getting drunk and I did. Lots of cheering followed. The other two guys also pulled down their G-strings and got molested which they seemed to enjoy. The crowd was thinning out and June again handed me a drink. Again I said I had. She'd practicied with her dildo these past three weeks and he seemed to be about the same length. She gagged when she deep-throated her toy but she was determined to get all of this monster into her mouth and down her throat.Once he was at his full length, Beth took in as much as she could without gagging. She bobbed her head on it a few times and then sucked on his balls. She remembered from last time that his balls were huge, about the size of golf balls. Beth liked his bigger balls much more. So long as I wore a wig on (to conceal my identity), I would wear a double-blindfold. After the second blindfold covered my eyes, one of the crew members-I think his name was Joe?- guided me to the set. I was propped onto a board-or a vertical bed- just high enough so that all of my weight wasn't bearing down on my shoes. The air was thick and I could hear small gasps and sighs around me. "Lights. Camera. Start." Fingers slid up and down the length of my blouse sleeves, up from the my ankles. Gordy said:"strange and several noisesOf roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains, And more diversity of sounds, all horrible, " More Shakespeare?" asked Weena."The Tempest," he responded.I got up on my horse, saying "I know that play:I'll break my staff,Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,And deeper than did ever plummet soundI'll drown my book." Charlie, you amaze me." Hey, Gordy. I may be a dumb Texan, but I c'n read, and when you're punchin' cattle or ridin' the border, you got lots o'.