What they don’t tell you about wine tasting, is that there’s going to be a lot, and I mean a LOT of wine passed around. Now don’t get me wrong, ... can hold my own with the best of them, but there’s something about ‘sampling’ wine in the midst of good conversation with a great friend that makes you lose count of both time and how many glasses you’ve sampled. It wasn’t long before we both were feeling the effects of all the cabernet sauvignons, merlots, chardonnays and chiantis. Take two giddy. It was like being inthe highest heels ever. Next something was brought up to my rear (yes myrear). I felt someone pinch my panties and then a snip, some jellysquirted in my ass hole and finally what I thought was a butt plug pushedup my rectum."Wow Houser," another man said, "you really know how to turn up the heat."With that I felt cuffs around my ankles with another rope hold me steadyin place. I couldn't move forward or backwards.Then some sort of ball gag was inserted in my mouth. Houser. ’But I doubted it was God, or a god, that had been the one to answer her prayer, given what I knew about myself. Granted, I would never dare tell Serenity why. She was the only person I truly loved, and I could never betray her by revealing that I’d discovered at a young age that I wasn’t like her…That I wasn’t human.Our new house, which we’d lived in for over four years now, had a large spacious kitchen that also served as a dining room. Despite the fact that it was only the two of us, we’d. How totally man-ish. Take the shortest possible route to getting your fingers inside. And with a little dance of the fingers, while holding the gussets aside with his thumbs, which I watched him perform with both hands simultaneously, he had three digits of each hand searching for openings, and two little fingers grazing two little anuses. "Guess who then," said Jodie as he probed a finger into each of us. "I'm thinking," he said as he pushed another finger easily into Jodie, but struggled to.