While in the toilet I still had a massive hard-on, could I really just get rid of it here or would it be wrong to masturbate in someone else’s home....My thoughts vanished as I heard a knock on the door with a soft tone voice saying; “Are you alright Max?” Which I replied with a stern“Yes I’m fine.”I opened the door to find that it wasn’t Tiffany but in fact Gene, who was wearing an almost see-through top which highlighted her perky tits. I tried to look away but Gene placed her hand around my. It must have been happy hour or the bartender thought I was cute,either way it was strong enough to peel the rust off of a battleship and way too tasty to just have one. So I ordered another,and another,before long I felt myself needing to piss like a racehorse. I came back the bar a few minutes later and finished my drink,while my straw searched in earnest for the last drops of sweet booze I felt a massive kick..oh shit someone spiked my drink...I awoke to the clamor of cheer and yells,the bar. ?Er?I?I?? I stammered. She twisted my balls sharply. ?Do it NOW!? she whispered menacingly. June sat back on the settee, spread her legs and told me to kneel and put my nose against her pussy but not to touch it. She began to play with herself, dipping her fingers inside and the rubbing them across my lips and nose. There I was, naked, head between a woman’s legs – when I felt a sharp pain in my balls. Automatically, I rolled over clutching my testicles. Sandra had delivered a swift kick. Then out of the blue you asked me if I would allow you to tie me up; something you had mentioned on one of our first dates, but not since then. I was very horny, so I said 'Yes.' Next, you asked me if I would be willing to take off all of my clothing. Even though it made me a little nervous, I heard myself telling you 'Oh, absolutely.'Standing up, you took my hand in yours and led me to one of the back bedrooms, where you had a strange looking contraption set up. I’m going to call it a table,.