Shana was now beginning to grasp the gravity of the situation. She was pinned helplessly between his warm body and the cold bathroom tiles. He leaned ...into her with all of his weight, crushing her breasts and nearly driving all of the air out of her lungs. She felt course rope being wrapped tightly around her upper arms, then her knees, then her ankles. Shana had no idea who her attacker was, as he wore a black ski mask. She wasn't sure if she really wanted to know what he looked like. A length. A production of The Toilet Lovers, a farce about people with excretion fixations involved her peeing and shitting on stage and then pretending to eat the turds of a fellow actor as he also shat on stage. Much of this was actually faked, as neither she nor anyone else had the required bowel control (nor the stomach for the smell and taste of it), but she was so thoroughly into the role that she could almost imagine the disgustingness of it. She was currently appearing in a production of Henry. I was escorting her to her graduation ball. I hadn't met her in person, only having seen Simone's photo last weekend when the twin sisters had organised me as escort for the evening.I had splashed out with my allowances and hired a stretched Hummer to take us to the downtown hotel venue for the ball. I was also armed with a beautiful bunch of flowers and corsage when I arrived.Virginia met me at the door and showed me inside saying the Valerie was in the final stages of helping Simone get. When I came back I sprinted across the floor then launched myself at Shaun who caught me neatly then tucked me under him, he was over me, his groin pressing pleasantly on mine, my legs curled up and over his. He put his mouth next to my ear and reminded me “You said you would fuck me twice before you let them fuck you once.”“I remember.”“Did you mean it?”“MmmmHuh, I do now.”He lifted off me and pulled off his pajamas then helped me strip naked. When we bonded again as a couple his bare skin.