I was so turned on i didnt care any more what anyone thought. I stood there for a few more seconds and rubbed my cock thru my hose then sat down. AS t...he night went on just about everyone was down to nothing with the men agreeing that the ladies could keep on only their g stings, stockings if they were sexy enough.one by one the men lost their underwear, until it was my turn. I went up on the platform and started to take off my pantyhose, then one of the guys yelled that its sexy and they all. I was sure that the evening was going to be a washout — our forced march was turning into a waste of time and energy."Then this beautiful blonde girl appears. There was no band, no supporting entertainers, no MC ... No nothing! The rest of the troupe — if there was a troupe — stayed inside somewhere where it was dry. But she comes out carrying a cordless mic and wearing a poncho. Do you know what she does next? She strips it off. All she's wearing is a pair of short shorts and a tee shirt which. .," was all she managed to say as she looked at the wet, dirty, slimy floor. A thudding blow struck her in the stomach and she doubled up gasping as the wind was knocked out of her.Eve was quickly swept off her feet in the arms of one of the men and she was bodily dumped right into the trough full of stale, putrid urine.Eve gasped and wailed in shock and disgust as the filthy, revolting wave of piss slopped over her naked body."Urrrgg!" she shrieked in absolute abhorrence as she struggled to. In any case, I feel certain, as one might consider fitting, that my deepest, darkest descent into despair and madness, when the world juiced me dry against its cruelest rasp, happened underground. I woke in darkness, unable to feel my legs. To my right, I felt a ceramic, tile wall, to my left, faucet feeds and a drain trap. I sat with my back against a wall and my knees tucked under my chin. I grabbed an ankle in each hand and walked my feet out away from me until my legs lay flat along the.