“Sorry, dude.”I felt a strange sensation at that moment. It was like someone had tapped the very tippy tip of my nose with an ice cold finger and ...aid ‘boop.’ And yet, no one had done that at the cafe. Then I realized what it was – someone was tapping my physical body. “One second everyone! I need to disconnect from Skully!”“You named it Skully?” Cindi asked, eyeing my holographic projection skull.“Yup! It’s cause it’s the smart one that’s right every episode despise David Duchovny sneaking. I usually get annoyed with taps but when I looked at this guy’s profile; I was immediately excited. His profile said “blow me.” He was a 20 year old chubby guy. I tapped him back and he messaged me asking if I was going to suck his dick until he exploded in my mouth. I told him that I would. He asked if I had the thong on. I told him no but there is a rest area a few miles away. He told me to go there go into the bathroom and put the thong on. He said I was to slip one of the butt plugs in my. " He frowned. "This just isn't fair. And you're probably going to take the fucking high road and ignore prime pussy. Bob, I swear, if I didn't know better I'd think you were a fag." Gay," said Bob, smiling. "They call them gay these days. You have to be politically correct. You have access to fine young minds, and shouldn't corrupt them with stereotypes." The only stereotype I'm thinking about right now is the horny male teacher flipping up the short uniform skirt of the cheerleader to find her. Approaching the fashion police my nerves set in, hoping they'd let us through. My fears were misguided and everyone was allowed admittance.Walking in, we entered a perverted wonderland. Loud music blared from each of the five music rooms and the lighting ranged from atmospherically low to wild strobing. But more interestingly, there was more flesh on display than on most Mediterranean beaches.Our party spread out, dissipating into the heaving crowd and I began to feel lost, almost overwhelmed.