At 9pm I saw that Pooja and the sisters entered the playroom. There was some chatting about MCAT scores and test prep, and what had been happening wit...h at college, and then the girls settled down, wondering what was happening with my cam. That was my cue. I did not turn on a porn video this time. Instead, I brought an artificial vagina I’d purchased a few months ago. Obviously it wasn’t close to the real deal, but needs must. I had the lights on in my bedroom, and made sure that they got a good. She was sitting and working at her desk and I was standing directly behind her. Ohh, the thoughts that were going through my mind! I wanted to fuck her brains out but still controlled myself.We finished the assignment and I told her that it was time for me to leave. She started making a puppy face at me and requested me to stay a bit longer since she was alone at home.We went downstairs to get a drink of water. I could not believe I was alone with this gorgeous girl. I was trying to think of. ’ ‘Why am I getting an image of Monica Lewinski?’ ‘Eew! What a waste of a good cigar. Well, things got really hot that night in Portland. Remember the Candlelight Room gig? Right before the show I got a message from him. He had sketched the snake and sent it to me with a sexy note. He said he was hungry for plum pudding.’ ‘So that’s why you played so fiendishly. He wants to taste you?’ ‘Yeah, and I got pretty excited about it, too. I’ve never had a man do that to me before. Not even my. "I slid the panties on and followed the three back into the bedroom. I heard a clinking sound. They pulled off my shirt and handcuffed my hands behind my back."You're not supposed to fuck me," I cried. "I'm not supposed to cum!" Shut the fuck up, you little queer," one said. "We know what we're doing."In fact, these men did not make me cum or fuck me. But they tortured me so much I could only wish I was getting fucked.They ran their big hands all over my body. They caressed my balls. They.