Then out of nowhere, Karan would show up to get behind the youngster and say something in his ear. The guy would quickly slow down the thrusting in As...h’s ass and Karan would paint his cock with his spit and get into that guy’s ass. O’ Lord! The fuck train, that is what they call it. I had never done a train fucking scene and before I marched to get there and wedge my cock into Karan, they would start pile driving and rapid fucking. My heart would jump to my throat in pain to see, Karan also. ‘If I bend over like this, do you see my panties?’ And ‘Can you see through this material when I stand in the light.’I was in a daze by the time we left and the girls were laughing and giggling fit to burst. I hope they didn’t see my cock standing tall. I used the arm load of shopping bags to help hide my arousal.By the time we got to lunch I had calmed down. Lunch was some local fish, grilled with a salad. I said that the outfits the girls had chosen were fabulous and they looked good in. He slowly begins to enter her mouth and get it about a quarter of the way in. I don't know how she managed to get his thickness through her mouth but he somehow managed. Daryl is right next to Mike stroking his cock and waiting for his turn.I take the dildo into my mouth as Cheryl starts to move it back and forth. I try my best to take as much as I can but I can't even get it half way in. I look over to see my wife who now has Mike pumping his cock in and out of her mouth as she kneels there. I had lost count of the years that had passed, but I recollect quite a number of changing seasons from summer to winter to summer to winter. I sensed that I had aged quite a bit. Not once, even for a moment, had I been unshackled and removed from their toilet-slave mechanism since the day they installed me. Over half of my life had been spent inside a single room--a bathroom, subsisting on nothing except female human waste and other body excreta (except for that one time that she fed me.