I was becoming numb to all the cock. I was no longer getting butterflies in my stomach in anticipation of being used by these aggressive powerful men ...and their hard dark cocks. I just wanted the night to end. When Bernard finally came to pick me up I was servicing the bartender and one of his friends. As their hard cocks continued to fuck my well used holes I overheard Bernard and Howard talking."Your little bitch is getting worn out. Some of the guys were even complaining about him." Howard. It was like a vise on his dick suddenly and he erupted deep inside his sponsor. Something told him that this wouldn't be his last load for the day to give to Kat. She was a mistress of squeezing the maximum seed out of him, leaving him dry as a bone. Then again, as mentioned before, she wasn't alone in that department. In the past two years since he had been extracted, he had learned just how much cumming he could do with his augmented body, and it was a lot, but Kat and the others all milked. You don't smoke. But you like gambling and women. That's why you always said 'Fuck it' back in high school. You had nothing to lose."I said nothing. She looked at me with an interested look now. Her cell phone vibrated."Yeah. And?" Was all I could muster to say."That text was the others, by the way. Meet me at the craps table," She said simply. She sashayed away. I watched her hips sway."What the hell was that about?" I said to myself. Was I getting attracted to Becky? I walked to the craps. Rachel had caught me in full stroke and there was no way I could hide or deny the obvious.“Oh! my Gawd!” Rachel declared, her hand covering her mouth in shock. I quickly apologized as I stuffed my massive tool back into my pants, my back to the door.Rachel backed out of the doorway and closed the door behind her. She quickly retreated to the chaise lounge and I could hear her telling Sandi that she had caught me jerking off.“No way,” Sandi replied. “Are you serious?”“Yes,” Rachel replied. “I.