The only issue you had with your face was the lack of facial hair and overall softness to your face. It had stuck with you since you were a kid, often...getting bullied by your arguably feminine look, but you managed to ignore the most of it.Suddenly you get snapped out of your reflection. The receptionist was calling your name and asking you to go into a room down the corridor with an elaborate list of instructions. Getting out of your chair and walking through the double-doors, you stroll. All she really knew was how disgusted she felt afterwards. She felt good from the fucking, but mentally disgusted. She hated herself. She hated Beth for licking her cunt as she'd been told. She even hated Ted for going along with Don's blackmailing scheme.But what real choice did any of them have? That was what rankled. What was even worse, it was only a matter of time before Don camc back and demanded another sex show for his amusement. Somehow, it was more humiliating being put on display for. He looked embarrassed but could tell by his trembling hands he was horny. ‘I’ve had this fantasy, this master and slave fantasy, and maybe if you wanted you could help me out.’‘OK, tell me more,’ I said.‘I want a slave boy, would you help me? It’s embarrassing to ask, but if you’re not into it, no harm done,’ he said.He explained and told me what he would like me to do. He’d brought along a loin cloth and a tight plastic bag, which I would need to put over my cock and balls and fasten there. It was on.His stubble scratched against my bare face. His arms began to closearound me as our kiss intensified, tongues swirling, deep breaths withoutseparating our mouths and he began to unbutton my shorts, our teethclacked against each other I pushed his hands off my shorts andunbuttoned them myself and began tugging them down. He slid his hands upunder my 'honey is for bears' pink blouse and pinched my nipples as Ipulled down his fly and found a thick long cock bobbing in readiness forme.