He groaned as I pushed it further in with each thrust. After several minutes, I informed him I had an “errand” to run, but would be back shortly. ... left him there in the Stockade, securely bound and helpless, with his ass completely impaled by the Fucking Rod. I soon returned, with 3 of my bisexual male friends in tow ! I dimmed the lights low as I entered the basement, the men tiptoeing quietly behind me. “Are you ready for a proper fucking ?”, I asked. I removed the Fucking Rod, and proceeded. One look at Sandi and they all developed huge lumps in their trousers. Sandi downed a double Mojito and announced she was ready for some action. We went up to the second floor room we had booked and they all groped her while we were in the elevator. I went ahead to unlock the room, as she was pealing off their shirts in the hallway she was so horny. As soon as the door closed I turned around and saw Sandi's skirt and jacket on the floor in the middle of three piles of pants, underwear, socks. After she got to the theater, she could take them off and carry them out. She hadn’t practiced much so she was still a little wobbly but wow, she did look like a lady-slut going out for a very good time. We had a few more drinks. My cell phone rang it was a girl friend of mine. I spoke for a few minutes and hung up. Z was upset that I took the call and a fight ensued. To end the fight I just dozed off. When I woke up it was 9:15 p.m. She was sitting across. "Why bother mom?" I asked quietly. "I don't need any more clothes."This time mom acted as if I had lost my marbles."You can never have too many pretty outfits Kristen," she repliedcalmly.Handing me a short sleeved pink dress she said, "Hold this while I lookfor some others. No point in only taking one dress to try on."I was getting a little worried now. I had started this as a means to geta jacket and it looked as though I was going to end up with a newwardrobe. What was I supposed to do?I was.