“Wow.” She said. “You do look as if you need to be taken care of!”They continued to talk again, the flirting becoming far more sexual now.“D... you want to touch it?” I asked. She tapped twice. “Be honest princess. I don’t mind.”One tap.“Reach under the table and stroke him.” I said. Slowly, I saw her arm disappear below her as she reached out to grasp the hard cock. I saw Matt gasp now, and smile wide as she stroked it.“Oh my god…” he moaned. “Talk to him about it.” I said to her. “Tell him what. I had raped a sissy street whore and had somehow becomea cock-starved sissy slut against my will.A cruel smile spread across Mistress Monica's face as she looked into myeyes. "I told you I could do it," she said. "I used to work for thegovernment, back before I decided that I could have more fun in theprivate sector. It's a good thing I kept my access to certaininterrogation chemicals that we developed as a way to force compliancewith some of our more stubborn subjects."She lifted a needle and. I look over at Kirk, and just said “get it dude---get on my big nanner dick” with a grin. Kirk wasted no time in leaping for my big jock dick, and gobbled it down to the pubes. I rolled my eyes back, and tilted my head back into the lounge chair. Oh my fuckin god, that felt great. As he ran his tongue around my shaft, and piss slit, mixing my fuck juice with the pudding, I thought I was going to explode just any moment. Grabbing the two beer cans, I sucked down the last few ounces of each, then. ’ ‘5 card draw is the game.’ said the dealer. ‘Nothing wild. $5 ante, table stakes.’ I nodded and took a couple of hundred from my wallet. I could see the dealer practically drool when he saw the cash. ‘Deal ’em.’ I said. I lost the first hand to a full house. Won the second with a straight flush, and the game was on. I was slightly ahead when one of the other guys went bust. A guy trying to look like a cowboy, and failing, took his place. His one redeeming quality was that he did however have.