I felt my face turn red, knowing she couldn’t see it in the dark, full of shame and disgust. After the movie she asked me if I was okay and I only ...odded. I was very quiet on the ride home and relieved when Scott dropped me at home and I hurried inside to my room. **********Friday morning couldn’t come soon enough for me. I woke up remembering today was my appointment with Elizabeth to go to the spa. She picked me up at about 15 minutes before 10:00 AM. I was both nervous and excited. “I love this!” I screamed.The music suddenly changed tone and a single spotlight shone on the stage floor. A man walked out with a microphone and my heart stopped. It was the tall man at the bar with the black bird beak mask. Oh shit, I thought to myself for some reason. Did I diss the emcee at the bar?“Gentleman and ladies,” he started. I made a very quick note of the juxtaposition of the adjectives in his presentation as he continued. “We have a longstanding tradition that the last. Leaning into her, he put his mouth around those nipples, nibbling slightly. “Harder,” she demanded, slapping him firmly across the face. “And use the tip of your tongue, you prick. Have you never done this shit before?” He probed her nipples with his tongue and his front teeth, tasting and pinching her hard. He switched between her tits, swirling his tongue around her feeling her rigid flesh as it grew with goosebumps. She grabbed his cock, bulging inside his pants, and then pulled away from. My mind raced. Was there a way that I could claim that it wasn't me, or that I was being forced? Nope. The video, though grainy and dark and clearly homemade, showed my face perfectly. And the way that I smiled when the hot sperm hit my lips pretty much belied any coercion. I was screwed.Uncle Mitch let go of my head with a little shove downward, so that I wouldn't forget his presence or the order he'd issued.Reluctantly I reached down into my lap and picked up the collar.I stared down at it,.