", I assure you as I take your hand in my warm, firm grip and lead you over to my work area. You take your place in the chair which I then adjust to a... almost totally reclined position. I pull up my stool beside you and begin to set up my liner and shader machines.Once that is done I pull on a pair of black nitrile gloves and ask you if you are ready. You watch me closely as I skillfully do my job. "Yes.", is all that you say as you unbutton your blouse and bare yourself to my professional. There was a moment of silence as the waitress brought his scotch chaser to wash down the bottled water. I abstain from such drinks, myself, and had to settle for the scotch. Anyway, he continued as soon as the waitress — whose outfit was nearly as skimpy as the personality of my last wife — had left. His words made it clear from the beginning, with the receptivity that comes from mutual respect, that this meeting was merely a technicality, that I had but to say the word and the assignment would. The four kids weakened him up with a couple of punches, then dragged him out of sight, behind one of the buildings. Then they started punching and kicking in earnest. One of them twisted his left wrist until he heard the bones crack. He took a couple kicks in the knee. His face and torso were battered. Waves of pain washed over him. He screamed until he didn't have the energy to scream. He tasted blood, and saw it in his eyes.Then, one of them said. "You know what we ought to do to this fag?. She started to mutter "oh my God yes, lick it. That's right huny, oh yes there". My dick was raging. I went to grab it to jerk it off, and my wife opened her eyes and said "No not yet. You don't get to yet. Help him to fuck me. I want his cock in me". I didn't have to be asked twice. I reached over and pulled Oliver away. I put his paw up on the back of her ass. Oliver got the idea at once. He didn't need much in the way of coaxing. Oliver mounted my wife, and I moved down and lower so I could.