"I'm surprised you aren't suffering from the same horrible reaction that I am." I'm definitely feeling the same things."Her eyes suddenly gazed across...my body. "Oh, I can see that now."I looked down to see what my mother was referring too, and I saw my erection bulging through my shorts. I immediately adjusted my body once again to cover it."Sorry about that."She thought for a moment. "My hormones are still raging beyond belief. Are yours?" Pretty much. I've never felt anything like this. Men, the hill was mine.She moved into position between my knees with her legs under mine, and from somewhere comes a bottle of lube/gel and a freaking dildo.Yeah a dildo and it wasn't for her.She lubed up my cock, lubed up the dildo and asked if I liked prostate stimulation. It didn't fucking matter what I thought, it was going in anyway.So she places the dildo just to my anal opening, places the gel bottle between the dildo and her pussy and scoots further in. She explained that as I got. I would be ordered to stand up with my legs apart so they could take turns kicking and kneeing me in the balls, they could tell I liked it as I would usually get an erection as they howled with laughter. Sometimes Mark would come round with his friends and their wives and partners to enjoy the spectacle of me being ball-busted. Sometimes my little bedsit room was full with up to 15 people enjoying me being kicked and kneed in the groin, spat at, laughed at, punched in the face. During one. The mask and beard covered my face completely, and the big hat and wig finished concealing my identity.I was waiting ten minutes before the party was due to begin. I sat in my rental car just down the block and watched as people started to arrive. My own car was a plain white Impala, but I didn't want to take the chance that someone would recognize it, so I used a rental just for these parties.I waited until a large group of cars pulled in to park at the same time, and moved forward to join.