As I put on my wig and lip stick, there was a knock on the door. I quickly slipped into my panties and invited them in.
“So what do we have here?” one of them said.
One of them called me fresh meat
And his buddy said, “Looks like a fuckin’ faggot to me.”
Immediately I knew I was in trouble.
“I’ll tell you what, boi,” the first guy said. “I think you’d better get that frilly, little jock strap off, so we can see what we’re dealing with.”
I didn’t argue.
They laughed, as they looked at me.
“It’s no wonder you suck c**k. That tiny thing isn’t as big as most women’s clits. Maybe I should just cut that worthless thing off and save you all the humiliation,” he said, as he pulled an eight inch hunting knife from his boot.
Two of his buddies grabbed me and held me down, as he took hold
