Despite the repulsion deep in my sub-conscious I knew that I felt as Roger, I adored the feeling of being toyed with by these lads. My crotch was unbelievably stirring again as I felt a warm moistness between my legs. This was exaggerated as I felt two large, warm hands stroke over the gentle curves of my arse.
Jamie and Steve pulled their cum-sodden cocks out of my mouth and I felt myself being handled roughly from behind. As I rolled onto my back on the floor I saw the biggest of the four of them kneeling over me, what he wanted was clear in his eyes. Although I'd enjoyed being pleasured by Steve, as this body clearly quite fancied him, there was nothing like a connection with the hulk before me. My body was keen for a man but this wouldn't be my ideal choice.
"You're gonna have to pay too, big boy", I drawled to him, still shocked at the voice which left my lips. I may have well been saying "fuck me harder!"
"I'm short on bills, sweetie," the hulk replied, "maybe I could just show you something neither of these boys could?"
"That's really not what I'm here for," the cute body I was in explained. Despite the way I clearly loved sex I wasn't about to sacrifice my lifeline here, and this chat was making me even less keen on the idea of sex. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I'd have to give a massive share of my takings to my boss and then I had big bills waiting; the part of me which was Roger was still fascinated by the efficiency of Mark's wretched machine!
Despite this, the hulk unbuttoned the rest of his shirt to reveal a massive pair of sculpted pecs, a perfect toned six-pack and a treasure trail leading down to the waist of his boxers.
"You sure?" he almost purred as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband.