I looked down and this sissy had one monster cock, about eight inches with a mushroom head. Another black sissy stood in front of Marti who's hand was... under her red skirt. I watched as Marti fondled and the gurls skirt began to rise as her cock grew harder, then stiff. She lifted her skirt and pulled Marti's head, guiding Marti's willing mouth to her cock. The gurl next to me rose to her feet and lifted her skirt. Her thick cock was hard, her balls swollen. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw. He's told me many times how the sight of my wobbling ass drives him wild. I spank myself wishing it was his larger, rougher hand, yet relishing the feeling of a thousand needles pricking my skin.The spanking stops for a moment. His fingers come away from my aching cunt for a split second. His thumb inserts into my asshole before his fingers scissor back into my cunt. I feel two hard smacks on my crimson cheeks as his two fingers and his thumb take turns to penetrate me.My thumb tickles my. I would have loved for it to have been a cock instead.I’d only had one real cock. I was seventeen and he was working at my high school as a custodian. I would see the way he looked at me and eventually got up the courage to talk to him. His name was Richie. Tall, skinny but with muscles, a droopy mustache and a tooth that was crooked in a roguishly handsome sort of way. He was nice to me, always telling funny stories and saying what he liked about me.I’d wait by a back door and Richie’d let me. I did. But I don't consider that person as a relative of mine anymore. Again, she is nothing more then a cunt with tits and a mouth to use for my pleasure and if you wish of harming her in any way for your own pleasure, please let me know. I might let your wish come true.”“Oh Huck. What a pleasuring wishful thinking. If only such a thing were to be. I will be your slave for life, Huck. And happily so.” “Me too”, added Bridget.“Consider your slavery a done deal ladies. I have got the bitch tied.