She wanted to give them some other name - maybe Erica - but that wasn't what they had asked. She could only say one thing. "Kitten Tits," she said, meekly. She half expected Amy to have not made the change, and for the shock to come anyway, but it didn't. She was allowed to call herself Kitten Tits. The man at the back laughed again. "It's lovely to shemale meet you, Kitten Tits," said the lead workman, hiding a smirk. "Should I call you 'Miss Tits'?" No, he couldn't, Laura knew. That wasn't an allowed name. "No, call me Kitten Tits," she said. "And very ass nice Kitten Tits they are too," he replied. He had stopped pretending to look at Laura's face now, and was just staring at her boobs. And her cunt. "Well, um, I'll let you get to work then?" she said, and stepped back to let them in. They followed. Laura had been half-worried the men might just rape her, finding her so obviously sexually accessible, but to her relief they did indeed go to work, albeit while taking every chance they got to stare at her puffy, wet twat and her large fuckbags. But any relief she had evaporated once she saw they word they were doing. Their first action was to go throughout the house and remove all the doors. They took off the doors to the bedroom, the corridor and the office. The only ones they left were the exterior doors, and the doors to the toilet and bathroom. On both of those they hung a new sign - it was a public toilet "Men's" sign, denoting a male-only bathroom. They put heavy traffic cones in front of these doors when they were done, blocking Laura's access. The effect of removing the doors was that there was nowhere private for Laura to hide in the house while the work was done. She was in full view of the workmen the whole time. By the time the first hour was up, and the workmen had moved onto their second project, Laura realized she was going Hardcore to have sucking threesome trouble getting her cunt wet again. She had planned to hide in her bedroom and masturbate back to arousal but there was a workman actually IN her bedroom, doing something. She settled on sitting on the couch in the loungeroom. She had thought she might be able to sit there as demurely as possible and surreptitiously stroke her cunt when no one was looking, but almost as soon as she sat down, she thought "feminist" and found she had an overpowering need to spread her legs. She did so, blushing, and the younger, cuter workman, who was walking past, stopped to look at what she was showing him. "That's a nice pussy," he said. "Thank you," said Laura, still blushing. Melissa said well don’t shemale shave it all off just leave a little patch ok! Jo said threesome like a landing strip ? he was like ok but was thinking shit wish I could shave it all but a little will be better than not doing this at all! Then I lifted myself out of the water and sat on ass the deck to cool. “Found them” I said walking back into the sitting room as if I was on a catwalk. Your sucking cum is so nice daddy, kind of salty, kind of sweet. It had been a long day Hardcore of travel and her natural perfume was driving Alex into a fit of arousal. We still won, but people thought it was funny I guess. I kissed her again, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. With a pounding heart I went to the ice cream cabinet and opened it. I noticed Candice watching us throughout the day. I stood there trying to hold it, but it was too strong.