We now had four pretty much naked people in the room plus my husband and I with our clothes on. The dance partner got on top of Julie and prepared for...entry. Julie then looked at us and shook her head disapprovingly. “Why don’t you join us?” she asked. Then she looked at my husband and said, “You take them off and she will too. She can use it. Help her out.” Hubby hesitated, looked at me as if to ask for approval, I nodded slightly and then he finally took his pants off and then shirt and. "And the loser?" Butch asked, thinking the idea might have some merit."What about the loser has to dress in drag try to pick up a guy?" Ross suggested."No way! What about the loser has to bed whatever woman the winner picks out," Butch offered."I don't think that's really a penalty. After all, once the lights are out all women look alike," Ross laughed."Ain't that the truth!" Butch agreed. "Okay, how about this. The loser has to escort a woman of the winners choosing out in public every night. That's no slur on you, Severus," she added, noting Snape's guilty look, "I'm sure you did everything you could."Snape had done everything possible, but that had not been much. Dumbledore had collapsed instantly after drinking the potion, his own hands at his throat as he strove to breath. Snape had ripped from his neck the bezoar which hung on a chain, and forcing the headmaster's trembling jaws wide, shoved the object into the helpless man's mouth. The trembling had slowed, and then stopped,. A gorgeous young Black man was in my all white bathroom and tub, bathrobe and towels on the tile, his beer beside the tub. "Wow," I said, "Zach you look great."I sat down next to the bathtub filled with suds, handed him his beer, and took a chance picking up some soap and rubbing it across his shoulders. The head of his Black cock popped up through the suds. "Goodness, is that for me?" I said praying it was."If you want it," he offered, leaning back and sipping his beer. I didn't hesitate and.