But there wasn't anything hiding my little pink butthole from their view, nor were the pink folds of my pussy hidden very much. I could feel my blood ...rushing hot and my sex felt greasy as I moved. I didn't know why I felt so excited physically; mentally I just wished I had a dick so these guys would ignore me. Why had I been born like this, I wondered? It wasn't fair.I got a little angry with all the unwanted attention and I punished those guys the only way I knew how — with my body. I decided. Yes Mistress Z. I can’t wait. “That’s because you are a littlequeer cocksucker, and you like it. You like sucking cum.” Mistress tauntedme for several more minutes. She was enjoying the humiliation, as well as theeffect it was having on Carl. It was becoming harder for him to hold back. “Are you ready Carl? Are you ready to cum?” He quickly repliedin the affirmative. “Are you ready to shoot your cum and empty your balls?OK, in just a moment Carl I will let you cum.” Mistress leaned to myear.. James fed Holly his cock, but was not inclined to deep throat her like Mark had done. He just wanted a slow, head polishing blow job until he was ready to cum again. Mark, on the other end, saw the bottle of lube on the nightstand, took advantage of it and lubed up his cock and Holly's asshole and began to drive his cock up her ass. He was slow and gentle, but wasted no time burying his bone in her butt. Holly reached behind her to spread her ass cheeks so that Jacob could see her getting. The scene through the camera as viewed by the stags on John's TV was chaotic, and nobody could make out anything clearly. The cameraman was obviously keener to see Debbi himself than to provide his audience with a stable view. She could, however, be heard squealing and pleading for them to stop.The camera finally focused on Debbi's white bra, lying discarded on the carpet. The video then panned to the hens, surrounding its owner. Karen, Jenny, Helen, and Yvonne were on their knees, attacking.