Me: I'd love to play with more than one cock at the same time. Two, three, even more. Would love to be the woman at a party with a room full of horny ...men wanting me to pleasure their cocks. Having them cum all over me, being a bukakae bitch, so to speak. Jim: I can see that.Me: Of course everyone would know I'm your girlfriend, but to be dressed and have more than one cock at the same time, that's a noble fantasy, right? Jim: As long as one of the cocks is mine.Me: You'd make it better and. ‘I wanted to… thank you…’ The sixty-year-old man nodded, his mind appraising the situation and her words. That was twice she’d said that. She’d left her suit jacket in the car and her thin, pale arms were laid bare by the sleeveless blouse. Resting against the door like that, she looked lost. And incredibly sexy. The sudden gleam in his eyes told Katie that the penny had dropped. She’d thought this was going to be difficult. Wondered if she could go through with it, even. The light in his dark. I was still bound, crying, and my head covered in spit and puke, I had no way out other than to please these cruel bulls and let them have their way with me. The throatfucking continued even more, with both cocks and dildos. Without a gag I sometimes accidentally brushed my teeth against the dicks. This usually meant a good 10 hard slaps on my face before they started choking me again with dicks. They were not forgiving.When I thought it was finally over, Deshawn asked me if I wanted my ass. Well? Stand up, Masters, and let your classmates appreciate the honor you’ve brought our school.” Johnson Masters hesitantly stood up and looked straight at the blackboard, seemingly to avoid eye contact. An awkward smattering of applause followed, with Carl Rogers noticeably clapping harder than the rest. “I’m sure the school paper will come out later today and tell you all about it. But really, I expected you to be more proud of your classmate. Anyway please take out your text.