I was coughing and some of his cum had finished up on my face, he smiled down at me and handed me a folded handkerchief which i took and wiped his cum... from my face. He was looking down at me and his cock was growing limp but it still had cum dripping from it, he held it in his hand and squeezed it forcing the last of the cum from it. Thank you he said, and i stood and felt awful at what i had just allowed to happen, i told him that i wanted to leave and he asked me if i didn't want some relief. He's a slut. He think he is a girl." Said the skinny one while I was sucking his cock. The bulky pulled his dick out. I was sucking his dick also. But, he said to me while I was sucking both cocks that he loves fucking sissies. His friend was more into getting sucked. The bulky one pulled his dick out of my mouth. I was sucking the skinny black guy. I asked their names while sucking their dicks. They told me "fuck you. A faggot like you don't need that". The bulky black guy was watching myself. The puppet was much the same as he'd ever been, before all the sold-out Vegas shows and the new assistant, still wearing the same battered top hat and rumpled purple velvet leisure suit that he'd made for it a long, long time ago. Benedict could barely remember those days anymore, way back when his name was still Brian, back when he was a janitor at the State Museum, back when he'd stolen that stupid Mayan idol from the Preclassic Mesoamerican Cultures exhibit – the idol of Xbunabi, god of. I sat down, tucked my little bag away on the small seat then, started to tease just a little. At first wiggling a little then, taking time to adjust my stockings, while running my hands up to smooth them out. I then stood, hiked the short skirt up a little and adjusted my panties…just for show then, sat back down. They had both been watching what I was doing. In no time there was a cock poking through a glory hole…on Mr. Cross’s side. The other guy was a stranger, thinking about Mr. Cross, as I.