And still another moment. The flat forward edge of my heel is pressed against your testicles, which have drawn up tight as if in anticipation of wha...t may befall them. You feel as if a century has passed before I finally lower my foot to a point where the sole of my shoe just lightly brushes your nose. You continue to lie still as your fight-or-flight instinct is overwhelmed to the point of shutting your muscles down entirely. I wiggle my foot from side-to-side just a bit, not enough that. It then hit me, yes I could leave but dressed like a slut and that’s before they did whatever twisted things they had in mind. I walked into the main room and there were three other guys, they all whooped and hollered, I was told I was to waitress and serve them tonight, firstly fetch drinks, I allowed myself to think, this isn’t that difficult, I wasn’t into cross dressing but enjoyed the humiliation of it. The door bell rang and fear grabbed me, not more guys, I’ve taken three on before and. Hesitantly I agreed, after all they didn’t know my real name or address or anything about me. I was to be at an up market address 10:00 on Friday and to ensure it was know to friends and family I was away for the weekend, back late Sunday!I duly arrived and 10:00 on the given Friday morning, nervous but excited and also fearful of what lay ahead. I was wearing office casual male clothes.The door was opened by a middle aged ‘fit’ looking man in dark clothes, almost servant but maybe not. Come. .. and I mean that in a literal way ... got me more than enough action.Beanie was a character, a children's clown who gave away balloons on the Wharf and who lived in an old warehouse down in the Mission district. She and I had fallen into bed after meeting by chance in a bar while I was familiarizing myself with the City's weather peculiarities: It was July! I was having soup and recovering from freezing my ass off in my way-too-light windbreaker that I had erroneously thought would be.