She kissed the tip of it and pressed it against my lips so I would know exactly what she was referring too. There was that moment. It was just an inst...ant shared between us. Her eyes trailed down my body to my completely hairless crotch. I don't know how, but my poor cock was once again hard as hell, standing proud. The ring took all the slack out of my scrotum pressing my balls together tightly about an inch away from my body. It was like it was presenting my cock and balls as a statuette, a. I folded my left armunder my breasts and used it to give them some support and to make themlook less saggy for the pictures, and holding the phone in my right handtried to take a decent picture, but it was hard to do with the tinybuttons on my phone and my stupidly long nails. I ended up dropping thephone and as I bent to retrieve it almost lost my balance entirely as mybreasts swung out in front of me. I caught sight of myself in the mirrorand felt a huge wave of shame at the reflection of. You're sissy dressing, fag cocksucking toy collection. Let's see it. Now."I led her into the basement and pulled out the lockbox I had hidden away in the storage area. I took it to the workbench and dialed in the combinations, opened it and stood back. "Take it all out" she commanded. I didn't know why but I was still embarrassed. I guess to have it all in front of her and know everything I had been doing alone. Slowly I began to pull out my stockings, lingerie, panties, had a dozen cock shaped. Faster and faster, his cock slipped between my tits; deeper and wilder grew his groans; more uncontrollable became our fucking until he let out an almighty roar and his entire body spasmed, his cock spraying load upon load of hot, thick, white cum over my tits, neck, face, hair and into my mouth. I licked my lips, tasting his earthy, bitter discharge. It felt base; it felt filthy; it felt so, so good. As Gareth collapsed, exhausted beside me, my right hand reached between my still parted legs.