. It’ll look fantastic even if it doesn’t feel too good!”“Does anyone else know about your fantasy?”“I think most of my friends know about... it ... Some of the boys at the agency ... I told them and I know most of them went off the toilet to have a wank thinking about me doing it ... I quite like that to be honest. Controlling them. I’m the opposite of #metoo!”“If today goes well, will this change your life?”“I don’t think so ... I’m already a bitch ... Ha ha ... I’ll just be a real bitch once. Would my partner let them choke me? Would he let them kiss me and bite on my nipples? Would I get so turned on that I would beg for them to fuck me? Beg for them to lay me on my back on the table, legs bent at the knees and brought up to my chest, my wetness slowly dripping down my crack to the table? Or beg for them to stand me up, in my cute heels, bent over the table, my full ass visible to them, and my legs spread open wide so that my tightness would be evident and enticing to them?As I. Two other guys grabbed hold of her ankles, lifted her legs and pulled them wide open. A third guy, dropped to his knees in front of her. He slipped his hands under her butt, lifted her ass and began eating her pussy. More guys gathered around her. They took turns fondling, caressing, pinching, licking and kissing her tits and nipples. The sensitive nubs were in a constant state of arousal. Others rubbed their cocks on her legs and feet. The guy eating ‘Patty’s’ pussy slipped a finger into her. We had always assumed that Dad was too, and knowing that he had once had a twin sister didn't really change the present. The last of our grandparents had died over five years before, so we pretty much were the family. We made the best of it. The Davises were out of town for the weekend. Tom's parents had invited them to Denver. The only good part of this was discovering that distance did not seem to make a difference when it came to bridging. We spent time every night catching up on the latest.