I handed Fred a beer and sat on the couch, facing him. "Well, what did you 'wanna show me'" he asked with a slight grin on his face. "Ok, before I ans...er I have to know something," I asked trying to hide the anticipation in my voice. "What all does this ball entail? And also what role do you want or expect me to play in all this?"Fred took a second as though he was taking all this in. "Obviously you looked through the box." I nodded. "Well what I want, and expect of you is to show my wife a. " All the better to fuck you with," she winked.I wondered if I could take such a big dildo in my ass, but she didn't ask me if it was OK to continue. And I didn't tell her to stop.She climbed up behind me and I looked back at her as she crammed more lube up my ass. She told me to spread for her. I reached back. Grabbed my ass in my two hands and separated the cheeks so she could set the big dildo against my anus. I felt her lower herself down onto me and the rubber cock pushed in.Heaven.She. Offer my sexuality."At the moment that Brad realized something was wrong -- and even a bit creepy -- Gina's words settled over his mind like a fine mist, until everything was glistening with a gentle but persistent lust.Of course it was right. It was the way it was supposed to be. He had wanted to fuck Gina all along. He felt as if he had done it already, and this would just be a repeat performance.Brad nodded with a lascivious grin. "Yeah, that'll work," he said in a low voice. "Wear something. .. for now.People walking by often think that the hood which covers my head is for punishment. It could be used for that if the eye holes were sealed and I had earplugs in my ears. But my ears are clear and the eye slits are open. I can’t see much through them, but they are open. The hood is not to punish me. It is to protect my identity.I don’t think any of the people who work with me would be here in the club, but it would destroy my career if they knew I was here, especially if they knew.