Total Trust Is Totally Hot

 Hey, it's Michelle again with another of the huge cocks of one of the BO10 guys in my mouth.  This is actually one of the thinner cocks of the 10, if you can believe that cause it ain't thin at all as you can see, but it was plenty long - it's cockhead is probably a couple inches down my throat here!

OK, so, as you may remember, my next (hopefully) full week with those guys was scheduled to begin on Saturday, April 16.  The BO10 was going to be the BO12 for that week with two more guys joining.  I was afraid that the week would be cut short because the 17th is Easter so I was hoping maybe we'd go from Monday the 18th to the next Monday.  The plan, as with the first time I was with 8 of them, was to use their private jet to fly me somewhere - I didn't know where - then fly me back home.

Damn, did things change!

Where to begin?  I'll start with an easy one: they didn't like the name I had given them as a group, the BO# (chose a number) - they said it sounded like a Boy Scout troupe or maybe the name of a circle jerk club.  They simply suggest calling themselves the Brotherhood for (or of) Michelle.  I didn't like that because it made it sound like it was all about me and that it also sounded like I was a royal princess or something - which they said I was to them.  After throwing other possibilities around we settled on Brotherhood of Michelle's Throat.  That pretty much sums up what we do together, now doesn't it?  So now I'll call them the BOMT.

I'm really excited about the next change they made.  We had agreed they would have two more guys for that week to make 12 to fuck my throat.  They wanted to add one more guy but, being a bit superstitious, I didn't like the number 13 and told them to add or subtract somebody.  Thankfully, within a day they had the 14th guy.  A couple days later they added a 15th.  And then another to get to 16.  And that's where we stand now.

And my worry about interfering with their Easter holidays?  Not only was there nothing to worry about but also wanted to extend the "visit" and asked if I could meet them this Saturday!  I gave them a resounding YES!  YES!  YES!  So I'll be with them from Saturday the 9th of April until Sunday the 24th!  Don't ask me how 16 guys could take 2 weeks off from whatever they do and wherever they live with Easter right in the middle - I don't ask them anything about their lives outside of me and they don't offer much to me either, though they know me - inside and out (literally and figuratively).

Then the changes to the itinerary came like an avalanche.  No, they weren't going to fly me anywhere; some of them were coming to pick me up and drive me to what would be home for the 17 of us (16 of them plus me) for two weeks and a day.  Though they wouldn't tell me where they were taking me they said it was on the Florida Gulf Coast maybe 3 hours or so from where we live.  Seems these idiots formed a real estate company and proceeded to purchase a sprawling mansion surrounded by a few acres of beachfront property.  (They also bought a small townhouse about 20 miles away, but more on that later.)  Yeah, they're all wealthy as fuck so it probably wasn't that much to them, especially split 16 ways (I guess that's how they divided it).  Then came the shock when they said they are giving me a share of said mansion!  An extra bonus for signing the 5 year contract with them to be their exclusive paying customer - in other words being their exclusive whore.  OK, that sounded a bit dirty especially since I'm in such deep friendships with them all or at least the 10 I've been with so far, but you get my point, right?  After telling them several times that they didn't have to do that for me and them telling me they know they didn't have to but wanted to for all I was doing for them, I asked them how much of a share: 20% - a fucking fifth of this gorgeous mansion I own - or will own, I guess, or whatever!  They said they were only going to use the mansion to be with me but that I could use it whenever I wanted, except that, for our next few visits together, they wanted to keep it's whereabouts secret because they thought it was so sexy that I trusted them so much and was willing to go with them wherever they wanted me to.  Then one of them said something that I might have to pin on their shirts as their (our) motto:

Total trust is totally hot.

So then it seems the dumbasses bought one more thing (which they said I wouldn't want to own any part of) and that's a stretch limousine to carry us all around and it's that which will pick me up Saturday.  And, oh by the way they said, we did hire someone to take care of the place and drive the limo and that's who the small townhouse was for.  So the limo will be here to pick me up Saturday and some of them will come along - for fun, they said.  They said they would blindfold me for the drive so I wouldn't know where we were and had me promise to not use my phone or laptop to find out the location.  Total trust is totally hot. . .

I'll stop here for now though I'm sure I forgot several things.  I'll certainly be posting more here before I leave Saturday and while I'm there!