Now that I am in, you start grinding your hips, as if you are fucking me, but really it’s your ass that is taking the assault. You reach down to gra...b your still hard cock to start stroking it. I stop you, ‘Don’t touch yourself” I demand, ‘hands behind your head’… you lay back against the side of the tub, still grinding your hips into me. I can see you getting more and more excited so I start pumping the strap on deeper and deeper into your ass. You let out a little scream. But I don’t stop. My neighbors were a different matter. My c***dren needed to be kept in the dark about my sexual deviations and I'd do anything to protect them. That was a month ago and every Wednesday since then for two hours I'm Andy's whore. I've been fucked by guys from every nationality in the US. The youngest guy was the barman's son who was only fifteen. The oldest was a seventy six-year-old black man. The keep finding more and more degrading and humiliating things to do to me but they're doing exactly. “Okay, Julie. But if I show you, I need you to do something for me,” I’d tell her.“What?” she’d ask.“You need to take off your shirt first.”“But boys aren’t supposed to see me without a shirt on…”“And girls aren’t supposed to be asking about my pants, Julie. I thought we had a deal.”“…oh alright. But you first, silly.”“I’d be happy to.” I would undo my belt, pull down my pants, but then I’d stop.“Why’d you stop?!” angrily.“You need to do the last step.”She would squat down, back arched and. I turned to the guys and asked if one of themwould mind oiling her front for her. Four happy eyesand open mouths were as enthusiastic a yes as I hadever seen, with Paul getting to the oil just ahead ofMark. Annette had always had a little crush on Paul, soI had made sure that he would go first.Paul walked to the front of the boat where Annette wasstill laying on her stomach. He put his hand on hershoulder and gently pulled her over onto her back. Icould see him taking in the sight presented to.