.. but she’d never actually worked the sound booth. Not for more than ten minutes. She knew the mechanics of it ... but where were the tapes?“How ...do you turn this on?” asked Bobby, suddenly beside her. His finger was pointing to a turntable. Jerry had left the record on it.She stabbed at a button, and the turntable started to turn. She reached for the needle and it scratched across an inch of record before she got control of it. She settled it into the first groove, looked to her left, and. Suddenly Charles shouted out in a strangled voice: “Open your mouth!” Kevin sat back on his haunches, his mouth open wide, his tongue extended, and he felt the hot splashes as Charles emptied himself into the faggot’s mouth - because that’s what Kevin was now - a FAGGOT.There was so much cum that Kevin had to swallow in big gulping swallows to get it all down, the taste unfamiliar and repellent in his mouth. Charles held his cock above Kevin’s face and shook the last drops of his cum off on his. Rubbing it for all its worth. What a fucking sight. I'd never seen anything like that before in person and wish I could see it again. "You like that asshole? You like seeing me squirt? Bet you wish your mouth was on my pussy so you could have sucked it all down didn't you?" I can't do anything but stare at her while she was still rubbing much more softly on her pussy! Wow, she was right. Am I a perv? Would I have actually wanted her to shoot her load in my mouth? I've got a mix of. I shut my eyes and tried to zone it out, but I couldn't. His hands were doing what his hands had already done to me in other places. I was getting and going to get, my breasts massaged. I didn't want to have my breasts massaged. But they were actually being massaged, and then I felt him squeeze my breasts quite firmly, just as if to confirm it.He changed his action again, and it was much more vigorous. Oh my God, what was he doing? A hard squeeze and I gasped and whimpered as he gave a solid.