Ann kept laughing at the"rubber gimp" crawling around. After at least a dozen trips and at leastas many shocks I was allowed to rest a bit. The funnel...gag was replacedand the women all relieved themselves in it. I had to control the flowwith my tongue as they must have peed a quart of liquid into the funnel.As I drank, Miss Lisa told me that she had invited Vickie and Tasha overlater to play with me. They could see the worry in my eyes as they spoke.Vickie and Tasha were two TV sluts that I was. She giggled because she knew that Sissy would absolutely hatedoing it. But she was more sure of how much Derek would hate it. Sounfortunately, it was never going to happen. But... it was still fun tothink about.But if making Sissy kiss Derek was out, was there any other way shecould make Sissy show his affection for Derek - and make it look real? It would have to be something that wouldn't get Sissy killed by Derek! That was the big problem.When she had walked into the break room she had. The plain face, the heavy body, both of those things were strikes against her. Yes, she was very smart too, and would probably get a good paying job somewhere. A good college was definitely in her future, but she struck Monica as one of those teenagers who seemed in their forties already. And not a good kind of in their forties; no, this was work your ass off until you die kind of forties. Not like her parents, both of whom had successful careers and had invested their money carefully. They. I felt a little embarrassed as I slipped my pants down, baring a buttock and laid down the bed. ‘Ouch!’ I said as he stuck the needle in. ‘Don’t be such a baby. It’s just a little prick!’ He said, smiling at my obvious discomfort. It was very humiliating, laying there on the bed, my pants down, with this big, black, man teasing me about my low pain tolerance and possibly making an innuendo about my penis size! Angel came over behind Dan, put her hand on his back and said ‘We can’t thank you.