.ok ''my plug buzzing under the panty ,. i walk around getting the table stuff, each step the lube feeling of my wet plugged ass , my mind getting bli...nd by the minutesmy gf talking about leaving soon, the wife saying she could gave her a lift after dessert''im fine i would prefer not to go to sleep to late''i clean the table, and was called a good boy by Isabelle , mike wife''ok time to go then''''good night ''my gf kiss me and i was soon alone with Mike''my wife likes you already''''.your. I turned down the boys who had eyes only for my blooming bosom, limiting my romantic experiences only to a rather grandiose imagination. I dreamed of white knights, clean of blood and sweatless even after hours of battle, embracing me for secret kisses on full moons. I dreamed of saving myself for marriage. But here I was, lying exhausted and hot on the floor, covered in the cum of three different men, and just barely nineteen years old. I was pumping my fingers in and out of my still aching. Two nights later I came home from a party that I had gone to alone. I had had a couple of drinks there and had been teasingly approached by several men who knew David was out of town. When I came home I poured myself a glass of Sauvignon Blanc and retrieved my Letters to Penthouse book. I read and sipped my wine and soon let my hand drift down and touch myself lightly. The sky was clear and the moon was full and I could see the light on in the cabin where Kyle was. I. I tried to stand, to clear my head but the dizziness made me grasp thebed to stop myself from falling."Crawl baby, crawl you little sissy baby, crawl after me."She was snide. Her words cutting me, debasing me, but I could hardlystand for some reason, I just couldn't trust myself to walk withoutsupport. Unable to move I shamefully dropped to my hands and knees andsobbing in humiliation I crawled along after her, unaware of herexpression of gleeful triumph.We got into the en suite bathroom.