I had never known her to go on a date. The only dances she attended she was with a group of girls.She was from a strict Catholic family, so before we ...ever went out, I had to meet her parents to get their approval. The first couple of dates were movies at her house, I guess to demonstrate that I was serious about getting to know her. Even after that, she could only go out once per week, and had to be home by 11pm. So we didn’t have a great deal of time alone together. In seven weeks of “dating”. My days became a blur over the next few weeks, as I experimented with more d**gs and sex with Shawn and his friends. I got a tribal dragon tat on my shoulder, a tribal barbed wire around my bicep and a skull on my left breast as the weeks passed and I began to fit in more with the crowd. I started spending much of my time in the spare bedroom at the apartment as multiple men came in to fuck me every day. Shawn was charging many of them and to me it didn't seem to be any different from what I. I think I would go crazy if someone gave me as much pain as I’ve just given you. Just as well I really get a buzz out of doing it and get paid really well to boot. I really love my job. I’d nearly pay to be able to do this to people.” said Casey. “I’ll let Helmut tell you what is to happen for the next twenty or so minutes. I’m going for a coffee. Torturing is thirsty work.”“Right. Now this is nearly the last of your external cock torture. We want to give you something to remember us by every. .. Could I? But I had to. It would make Stacy happy and she'd forgive me and I'd pass the challenge. My life would go back to being normal and I could suck Stacy's cock and ... Jesus! I felt like a total fag! I even thought like a fag and those clothes weren't helping, especially Shauna's cummy panties as I felt the stuff oozing around my own swollen dick and tight, eager balls.That whole situation hardly seemed fair and I really had to push myself out the door at precisely 2:14 on a Tuesday.