The conversation was light but I was informed they were here to see the show in the back room where anything goes. They invited me to join in and I im...ediately accepted. figuring I might just get to suck some BBC that night. As soon as we entered the back room it was obvious a party was starting. Fourn naked young men were dancing on the pool table stroking each other and nearly half the patrons were openly stroking their cocks. My mouth was drooling. I spotted a young black stud at the end. He paused long enough to retrieve a condom. After putting it on, he wet his cock by dragging it through her dripping pussy. He waited for her to position him again before going further. She did, so he did. Holding the shaft, Steve started to push the head into the guest’s ass. Once past the head, she surprised him again by pushing back. He let her determine the pace until he was fully planted in her. She yipped when he was all the way in. It was all the encouragement he needed. He pulled back,. It didn't feel right. It didn't feel natural. It wasn't what a womanshould be called. And, for good or ill, there was no denying reality:she was completely, totally and fully, one hundred percent female. Shewas all woman.But a helpless woman. A lost woman.She heard a sound; a door shutting, then footsteps. There, before her,stood Pat Driver. He grinned. "Don't be afraid. Don't worry about the how's and why's,either. It's not important. What's important is making sure you'realright."She felt. I'll ask around when these two are finished." I look and notice that Steph is sitting in the far corner with half of her meat left, and Megan is still chewing on her first bite, right next to one of the guys. "I'm surprised you liked it so much. The guy looks at me with a sadistic smile.I pause for a few seconds and just look at him. Was the secret ingredient poison or something? What could be wrong with it? Finally, I slowly ask, "Why? What is it?" We spit-roasted your friend out back. .