CHAPTER EIGHT
The parties went on monthly for nearly a year. The same crowd sometimes, and other crowds of Andrew’s perverted friends took their pleasure with the catsuit clad Lily; she’d become their party toy. Sometimes it was just her ass, sometimes her cunt, sometimes only her mouth that was used for their s****l debaucheries. Real c***s and strap-on dildos abused her orifices, while sweet and sour tasting p*****s were pressed against her mouth. Pain and pleasure commingled so dearly that she began to crave these evenings.
No one knew who she was. If they asked, Lily didn’t hear how Andrew answered, but he understood how much his discretion was necessary. She knew there were risks; the possibility that someone might rip the hood off her face and her identity would be revealed was ver
