Next time I met her, I really went to town on her. Cuffed her to the bed and worked her to a lather with my mouth, then two different-sized vibrators...until we'd both lost count of how many times she'd cum. I flipped her over and gave her a good, hard spanking and made her beg for my cock before I finally gave it to her. I fucked her from behind, starting out slow but getting harder and harder. While I was doing this, I discreetly readied the lube bottle. The next time she came, I shoved. He had been stroking my arms lghtly, and it actually made me feel safer. Just as soon as I did, my temper started coming out.“I’m not a girl. My name is Gary, and I’d like to leave now!”He laughed at me! Told me I could never be a Gary because that was a man’s name, and I had a body like a little girl! In fact, he told me I WAS a girl, a woman to be. Then he shocked me by rubbing my butt again, telling me no man he’d ever met had this nice an ass.He shocked me even further by moving aside,. I have to admit it, I gaped. I have been to enough orgies to know what the word ‘orgy’ generally means in reality — two or more couples screwing simultaneously in two or more different rooms. I have been to private clubs in London, Hong Kong, and Lagos that make Plato’s retreat look like a baby sitting cooperative. I have been to the weddings of porno kings and super bowl victory celebrations. But I have never seen anything like the passion play that was going on in that house, have never. By now the well-oiled crowd were cheering him on, completely caught up in his edgy act. The whole bar crowded closer and closer around us and I was surrounded by the surprisingly-heady smell of alcohol and sweat, which only heightened the atmosphere. Still, I was nervous, shaking all over as I lay there, a taut and expectant sacrifice. Some sort of participation was clearly very soon going to be expected of me and I didn’t know how far it would go, how I would react. During his show he had.