Standing in the door way was Zoe, dropping her back pack to the floor, she slowly closed the door behind her. I had nowhere to hide, and my female clo...hes did nothing to hide my straining cock from her view. She stood there speechless for what felt like an age, all the time her eyes seemed focused on my crotch. For some reason I could still feel my cock rubbing against the nylon, the erotic sensations seemed to be superior to the embarrassment I knew I should be feeling. Zoe hadn’t moved since. “If you want to stay in your pairs, then do so. Tonight, we can be the wolves and hunt in packs but if you want to disappear on your own, then that is up to you. But if you want to win the ‘Order of the golden prick’, then you’ll have to provide some evidence. Now off you go, have fun Kirsty waved her hands as though dismissing her minions and the girls dissipated like ripples in a pond. The dance floor now had a layer of smoke from a dry ice machine and the revellers had lost sight of their. Not daring to shake thecage again, she gazed petrified at the woman, afraid to take her eyes off her.But then she heard more footsteps from the other side of the room, more solid,a man's. The two adults moved to stand either side at the head of her cage. Sheblinked up at them, red-eyed. They looked like assistant principals or schoolinspectors: authoritative but anonymous, white, middle-aged, dispassionate. Thewoman wore a black tight-cut suit; the man was dressed in a coat cut like awhite coat. It was all so awful now, so mixed up and terrible. She wanted to fuck her lover, needed badly to be fucked by him, eaten by him. And now she had known a new experience, that of going down on a man's prick and swallowing his semen. She simply couldn't turn herself back into the sexually bored kind of drab housewife she had been steadily turning into.But neither did she want her new sex life exposed, held up to scorn and ridicule. Maybe Stella and the Baker kids would hate her, sever all.