"You... nobody's ever done this for me before." She tasted hersalty tears and bitter makeup through her smile. She sniffled andregained composure.Beth... burst forward first, full of unbridled energy. She hugged Bobbieand gave her her present. It was wrapped in pink wrapping paper, butupon touching it, she knew it was cloth. Ripping it open, she unfurledthe cloth, revealing it to be a blue apron. The front had "CupcakeAngel" Embossed on it's front in purple sequins. A cupcake forming the'u', and a. “Hmm… okay.” Mr. Smith acted normal, but Mrs. Smith and I, we both knew how happy he had to be feeling inside his heart. “Yeah, I mean it’s been three days, right? I’m sure she would be feeling hungry for a cock too,” Mrs. Smith said, looking at me with a big grin. I blushed. “I need to take a shower first,” Mr. Smith said as he finished his coffee and headed to the bedroom. Mrs. Smith and I sat there in the living room for a few more minutes, and then we headed to the bedroom. As we entered. We had an unspoken competition going.The three of us went to sleep and slept almost all night. I woke up when I felt a mouth engulfing my cock. I looked down and the two girls were taking turns sucking me down their throats. They were gagging but were determined not to.I reached down and placed a hand on the back of their heads to assist with their deep throat attempts. As one would gag and pull away, the other would take her place. It was a sight to behold and a feeling like I'd never had. For traitors and spies it was worse. For these unfortunates, it was non-stop genital tortures with hot irons, oils, nails, cock and pussy whips and canes, testicle and tit hangings until whatever information needed was gotten and guilt their confessed. Followed by the traitor being forced to watch as each of his balls was removed and his cock sliced off slowly or a woman’s pussy sewn shut and her nipples removed followed by execution. There were very few spies and traitors.And so began the.