In fact, I think she would have enjoyed watching me.Even better, I wished Yuka would grab it. The plastic dildo was enough to make me feel incredibly ...horny, but not nearly enough to push me over the edge. It was like a torture device designed to make my cock pre-cumm but not enough to force it into a real cumm."I like it best like this," At one point she let me know her favorite position of my cock. She pushed on it from below and made it stick straight up into the air. "It looks like a rocket. Arch lit a fat joint, inhaled, held his breath and passed it to Lamont. Lamont took a hit, passed to Bo, Bo to Elroy, Elroy to Damon, Damon to me. I handed the joint back to Arch. He had left again and returned this time with a couple of bottles of whiskey, a 12-pack of Coca-Cola (tm), and six glasses of ice. He sat all that on a folding table near the foot of the bed, but off to one side."Suck 'em," Arch ordered me. On command, Lamont, Bo, Elroy, Damon opened their legs wide giving me access. Respectfully I declined and despite their protestations that it would do me good I managed to extricate myself from them and headed straight for my room. Flicking on the TV I collapsed onto my bed and closed my eyes oblivious to the sounds emanating from the idiot box... I'm not sure how long I dozed before I was awoken by a rapping on my door and the sounds of a stern female voice. It must have been the old battleaxe who ran the guest house, Madame Cleureux. The minute she'd met me she'd taken. "Now I want you to take all your clothes off," I said quietly."Oh no please," she sobbed, "I couldn't."She must have known it was coming or why else was she here with us in her bedroom."Terry," I said calmly, "go downstairs and cut Richard for me." What, no please," she begged."Terry," I said again.Out of his jacket pocket he pulled his knife."No wait," she sobbed.Her hands started on her blouse buttons. I nodded at Bobby and he pulled his digital camera out and turned it on."Stop a moment," I.