Even though you’ve played this dumb-ass game a hundred times, the odd position; the atypical use of this everyday furniture has knocked your balance..., and with it your certainty. You’re still mentally, futilely trying to calculate the odds of you falling off the chair, when the first, hard blow lands across your buttocks.The blow isn’t that hard. Hard enough to elicit your first, grateful gasp. But your centre of gravity is off; you think the chair is going over. Of course: it doesn’t, but you. When she returned, masks in hand, I realized what a fool I must look. I had stood there still as a statue, for quite a while. Not sure what to do with my hands or feet for that matter, I found myself shifting from foot to foot and wringing my hands. “Look,” she said, putting on her mask. It was white and sapphire blue to match her dress. The mask covered her mid-cheek and up. Only the tip of her pixie nose stuck out from beneath the mask. For the first time, I noticed that she had glittery lip. "What can I get you?", Theo asked. He already seemed more attentive than usual. "Rye and Coke" I replied. He set about pouring the glass and I studied him in a way that felt foreign to me. He was about 30, 6'4", 240lbs. I watched his body move and quickly did a double take when I traced the outline of a big fat juicy cock through his jeans. "What the fuck?" I thought to myself.I had never had a gay thought in my life. I was as hetero as I had seen. The bulge in his pants however was just so. Once they were all done Hank said, “Well boys, our pussy-sub came here to shower. I reckon we should help him out.” Stacy was then ordered to lie down on the shower floor. As he looked up four dicks were pointing at him. Instantly sprays of yellow piss covered his entire body. Stacy was so turned-on by now, that he frantically began tugging his dick. As the last stream of piss began to falter, Stacy writhed on the ground as his dick erupted. “Jesus, this little bitch is in heat,” Hank joked, as.