It's then that I realise that my the beer Ihas "made its way through"; I excuse myself and go in search of the gents.On my way there I stop to look at... the cages. I guess I'm always interested in the way things are put together – one of the consequences of my job, I suppose. Jenny spoke about being kept in a cage when she was taken for interrogation. I wonder if it was something like this? The Master of Ceremonies comes over, still resplendent in his electric blue rubber suit; he smiles:"Nice. Get my cock juice all over your face, including any facial hair. If you don’t use hair product or are bald, rub my cock on your hair/scalp too. Lick and kiss my balls. I am one of those guys that don’t really get into having my balls licked, but it does not hurt for you to show respect for the balls that generates my cum. You can also kiss my dick softly. A man like me loves my own cock. And you can show me how much you love it too by kissing and licking it. If you do a good job of that, I will. I'll be having dinner with your uncle and the team." Wait," I said, "I'm confused, Uncle Tim is having dinner with us." What time is dinner?" Brian asked."Around 4," I answered."Well, there you go; the team has dinner at noon so he has plenty of time to get to your house." You won't get to see your family?" I asked."Nope," he responded."That's just not right. You should be with your family," I said. "Or at least with someone who loves you. You are going to have dinner with my family."Brian. .. that's soooo fucking good!" She groaned. I looked up at her, and saw a devilish smile on her face. I rubbed my thumb over her clit, and she shuddered. She liked sex. She loved sex. Maybe she'd enjoy having me teach her some more.And at that moment a small miracle occurred. She had dropped her bag when she took her top off, and the contents were spilling over the carpet. When I glanced down at what my hand was touching, it was a small flat tin of Vaseline... My imagination soared in several.