I couldn’t move my head and try as I might my situation seemed hopeless. Someone else in the room announced that I had a hard on and the oohs and aa...hs were followed by laughter. The guy fucking me shot his load and whispered in my ear that I was a lovely fuck and I could be his girlfriend. Someone else present coldly and quietly informed me that they would remove my gag only if I promised to stay quiet. He threatened they would kill me if I yelled out. I tried to nod and the second guy removed. “Do you think he’ll like me?” she asked nervously.“If he doesn’t, he’s queer,” I smiled, “You’re gorgeous.”“I’m wearing hold ups underneath,” she informed me, “And a little black thong.”A car horn outside told us her lift had arrived, she air kissed me and left and so began the longest night of my life.It was just before eight when I received the first text, it read; “Hotel gorgeous, having a few drinks before dinner, he’s nice, text you later. Xxx.”I poured myself a drink and took it outside. Situation defused. I looked around and there only women in the place. It was obviously a gay place. Strangely I felt fine. I guess those sessions with Mrs Walden were having an effect. We sat and chatted about work and life in general. I realised that she was fun to be with. I made a note that if I ever found myself getting lesbian urges I would be up for some time with Teena. “Thank you for inviting me out” I said “we should do it again sometime”. Teena looked a little surprised. “Yes, I guess. Second, she liked black hair. If you were expecting some profound revelation, I'm afraid you've come to the wrong place. She's always been a bit of a troublemaker. Those running through the bushes I mentioned was usually because she was being chased by someone. Like the coach after she egged his house when she was 16. This wasn't received well by him. Or our parents. Or the principle. Turns out that throwing eggs at the coach's house because, "You don't like being told what to do", isn't a good.