As if the horror show you just witnessed wasn't enough, now these people are about to mutilate yet another part of your body. You struggle against their hold, but it does no good; you're completely helpless in their hands. The old woman with the rusty razor blade steps forward once again, her eyes cold and unfeeling as she prepares to slice into your new "vagina."

You let out a muffled scream as the old woman presses the blade against your flesh. The cold steel bites into your skin, drawing blood as she makes the first cut. You feel agonizing pain shoot through your body, but you can't move or struggle anymore. All you can do is watch helplessly as the razor slices deeper and deeper into your most private area, shaping it into a strange mockery of femininity...

Or you could just wait and see if anyone decides to approach you first. It's always nice to feel wanted!

You decide to wait and see if anyone decides to approach you first. As you lie there, trying not to look too desperate, a young girl in her early teens comes over with a shy smile on her face. "Hi," she says softly. "Are you having fun?"

Mistress: "Fuck yes, just like that white boy! You're doing so good!" She grinds harder on your face, coating it with her juices as she chases her own pleasure. "Keep going, don't stop until I cum all over your pretty little mouth!" ** *

Mistress rides Greg mercilessly, her hips bucking violently against his face. Her hot, slick cunt spills onto his tongue and down his throat, tasting of salt water and ecstasy. She groans loudly, arching her back to increase the pressure and depth of the grinding.

“Faster, you pathetic thing!” She hisses between throaty moans, “Lick me faster, make me squirm, eat me up!” Her voice drips with cruel amusement and lustful need.

As you catch your breath, Emily pulls back slowly, a satisfied grin on her face. "Wow," she says with a sigh, running her tongue over her lips. "That was amazing." She glances at Pam, who is still lying back against the deckchair, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to catch her breath.

Pam looks up at you, her cheeks flushed and her eyes heavy with desire. "Well," she says, licking her lips slowly, "

I guess we'll have to do that again sometime." She glances down at her swimsuit, now wet from where you came inside of her. "Maybe we should head back in the water and clean up a bit?" Her voice is teasing, and there's an unspoken invitation hidden beneath the words.

You can feel Emily's eyes on you as she waits to see what your response will be.

"Oh, that's nice," Lily says with a smile. "So, what do you usually do to relax? Do you have any hobbies?" She leans in closer, clearly interested in getting to know you better. Emily looks on, grinning encouragingly at both of you.

"Oh, those are some interesting hobbies!" Lily exclaims with enthusiasm. "I love reading too! What's your favorite manga series?" She asks, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. Emily nods in agreement, obviously enjoying the conversation as well.

Sitting down next to the pool, you take in your surroundings once more. You notice a group of teenage boys playing a game of volleyball at one end of the pool. They seem pretty friendly and might be up for some small talk if you approach them. On the other hand, there's also a young couple sitting on nearby deckchairs who are giggling and holding hands - they could provide some interesting conversation too! The choice is yours again, which group would you like to try talking to first?