I attached the six garters with great care making sure the dark seems were straight as arrows; as mother had taught me. My toes and nails painted bri...ght red as they had been since school let out for the summer. Cleopatra would have been proud of my eye makeup. I had just finished painting my lips candy apple red, when I heard a man clear his throat in the bedroom door.Startled I turn and saw my uncle Bob standing blocking the door. He was my mother’s older brother and had stopped by to say. My lips and tongue kept working on the cock as it rapidly diminished insize. I wanted to milk out every last drop. I was helped to my feetagain. Hands fondled my knickers. It felt as if several hands wereinvolved. My cock was very hard now. Almost ready to cum. My knickerswere pulled down. Moments later my own cock was being milked by whatseemed to me to be practised hands. Hands determined to extract all I hadin me. Then I was handed a glass. "Here you are, Sissy," said a voice."More sissy. “My, my,” he murmurs, “Delicious little slut, you are.”He tears my panties off. I hear the cotton snap and I squeal in shock. Then I spread for him. Giving it up, putting it out.Mike's tongue is down my throat. Jed's is slithering against my clit, making me crazy. Along one side, then the other, and finally along the hard ridge. I could easily cum like that. Oh fuck yes, I could cum again and again.I'm on my back across my desk. Head over the edge, Mike's fingers in my hair. Jed's hands cup my. . You DO trust me, don't you?" Sheila challenged meuncompromisingly, and I nodded automatically - quickly realising that Ihad been manoeuvred into agreeing to her plan."Barbara ... You remember that I asked you about weekending beside yourpool -Did you get it sorted?" Sheila, was phoning Barbara at her garage - hercar was playing up."Yes, Sheila, I've had it thoroughly cleaned! I've never used it since... that time. ... But it will be nice to sunbathe beside it thisweekend. ... Are we plotting.