But then I found it. It was a T-shirt his mother and I had bought him in Carbondale, Illinois with the name of the town emblazoned on it. We both knew... he didn’t like it and we hadn’t seen him wear it in months. Maybe the reason he didn’t wear it was because he hated it but maybe the reason was because he was using it for something else.It was laying under the edge of the bed. Not so much hidden there as just a convenient place for it to be out-of-the-way. I held it up to the light. It was. At 2pm, the first knock at the door told me the guys from online were starting to arrive. Painstakingly slowly, I'd written the words "you're dumped" on my forehead. Matt had come over and had agreed to write the words "cheating cum dump" on my back with an arrow pointing to my hole - which he was more than happy to slide his dick into and fuck my boyfriends load deeper into me before he added his own load. He had declined to stay for the orgy, incase one of the guys recognised him and told his. Let us inspect the merchandise. Open your dress and expose your nipples."Automatically I start undoing the top buttons. He keeps watching while he pours himself a bourbon and adds some ice."Those nips could be bigger still. Take an ice cube and rub it around your nipples."I obey and feel my nipples growing even longer and painfully hard."Your tits are nothing to write home about, but your nips aren't bad. Now show me your cunt."I wince at the word, but undo my dress completely and let it fall. His eyes flickered to the thin limb, tracing the path they made all the way up to her bikini briefs. She looked so delicate, so small, he wondered how it would feel to be inside of her. As if she would break if he tried to squeeze his cock into that little crack. His fingers touched his watch under the water where his manipulations couldn’t be seen. It was waterproof, and the only reason he had removed it the other day was to keep any sex and cow hair juices off of it. He felt the hairs on the.