With more and more tugs, I felt the heavy zipper pull down along the back of my head until it was seated at the base of my neck. A collar of some sort...was wrapped around my neck and tightly secured then locked in place, effectively rendering the hood un-removeable. I was locked in a hot, sweaty cum-filled hood. My eyes stung.. I could feel their hands pressing against my face and rubbing the cum in even more, amusing themselves with the copious amounts of lubrication their cum served as between. Feeling the freedom of the warm water and Rascal’s hand almost sent me over the edge, but I held on for more. I reached for Rascal’s bottoms to find that she had slid them down over her hips. If it was possible, my cock got even harder. Next, Rascal turned her back to me and rubbed her backside against my hard cock. I grasped her hips and pushed my cock toward her pussy. When my head was at her pussy, I felt her heat and tried to thrust deep into her, but she stood up quickly and turned around.. On occasion, someonewill call me sir, when I look positively girly. But, confusing people ispart of the fun, isn't it? It is for me, since I long ago stopped caringabout other people's take on my gender.Two years ago, last spring we traveled to Las Vegas. I was, as usual, at herinsistence, crossdressed for the entire trip. We stayed in a marvelous suiteat the Four Seasons. Before leaving Los Angeles, she had arranged with afriend, another professional dominant, to use her Las Vegas dungeon. At least then, we have someone to talk to. Why shouldn’t we get as horny as anyone else and who else do we have to play with? Both of us want boyfriends like everyone else, but who wants a couple of losers like us?”“Ok, I understand the reasoning, but what exactly are you wanting? A boyfriend or just a dude to get you off? Mary, I’d heard a rumor that you been the ‘host’ of a gangbang once, is that true?”Goon’s Story“My dad got my cherry when I was twelve. I wasn’t big like this then. It hurt.