Flower circled around behind Catherine, twisting the rod in her hands, clearly nervous.Catherine spun herself around to face Flower."Catherine, I woul... suggest you keep your back to her." I offered."Gggrrrrrgggg!" Catherine growled through her ball gag.After many long seconds of trying to work up her courage, Flower brought the rod back over her shoulder, bringing it down across the front of Catherine's thighs, and...Nothing.I looked at Flower with a look of "Are you kidding me?".Flower. The questions weren’t terribly hard at the beginning, and a mistake just cost one a shoe or a sock. Soon most people were barefoot. The questions began to get harder.Melanie and I were asked: “Who won the Academy Award Best Picture award in 2010? I was sure it was The Social Network. But it was The King’s Speech. (Social Network was robbed.)I had to remove my shirt. Clothes around the room were starting to come off. A lot of girls had lost their blouses and were in a bra; all the men. You had on a red converse, leggings under your knee-high shorts, and a 3/4 length ball tee with a rich red flannel that matched the converse. It was extra-long and draped down your legs almost as long as your shorts. Your curly red hair seemed darker than before and was now shoulder length. Adorning your thin nose was a black thick-framed pair of eyeglasses that I swore you probably didn't need.I was still used to seeing the red-headed boy that had grown up asking if he could mow my lawn for. Oh, my GOD , she exclaimed in awe as my lubricated monster head came into view. As she unrolled the spandex shorts with her trembling hands, inches of forearm-thick veiny shaft emerged. When the root was finally freed form its confines, my rod stood menacingly erect, its full fifteen and a bit inches as unyieding as seasoned oak. She looked up and down the massive length, her eyes widely open, aghast at seeing such an enormous human phallus. When she had.