Everyone had an envelop under their chair which had the number of their turn (to fuck me). The person one number ahead could be asked to help with my ...bonds and with the permissions of that number, could use my mouth. The person whose turn it was, was only allowed to fuck me.Then Adam said it was time to get this show under way.... who is Number One?The guys in front of me, the ones that I could see, reached under their chairs and pulled out their envelopes. They were all shaking their heads,. I noticed all of the mechanical arms had disappeared again, the room was once again empty. The monitor came on once again, this time it was Kathy’s face, she spoke to me in that familiar tone, the one where she was going to dress me down, ?You just don’t get it, do you David???What’s going on?? I tried to remain calm.?Take a look at yourself, David? A spotlight came on above my head and the screen suddenly switched to a live video picture of me, suspended, unable to move, and wearing a red. This move f***ed Jacks’ head down into the toilet bowl and moved his ass up into the air. Jacks realised what the trucker was about to do, but was powerless to stop him, especially now that he was trapped with his face in the toilet bowl just above the water. The trucker pulled his own shirt over his head and kicked his pants and boxers off. He was now naked except for his big workers boots and baseball cap. He then knelt down behind Jack, his huge frame hulking over the trapped young man.. A tear streaking down her cheek.Betty couldn't help but cry. You see, Veronica once again was stealing Archie away from her. Ronnie had heard through the grapevine that they had a date planned that evening. So she twisted her daddy, Mr. Lodge, into letting them spend the summer holidays at their lake front property, some three hundred miles away. Just Archie, herself and the Lodge staff as chaperone. Of course she neglected to invite any of the gang along, including Betty.As Betty walked down.