My heart was racing, I was beet red and petrified. He smirked and laughed, “Don’t worry boy, you play with me, and I keep our little secret, you ...rotest and leave, you’ll have a lot of explaining to do as to why you are sucking dick and getting fingered.” As he said this he reached for the box and pulled out a medium-sized dildo and lube. “On all fours, I want to work your ass good with this toy before we fuck,” I begged him just to stop this and I would never do it again, I protested, he. I slowly walked into the room and two very macho jock types roared with laughter.All through the pregame I fetched beer and snacks and picked up the odd thing they would knock over to see me bend over. They would slap my ass as I passed and the jokes were nonstop. All in all it wasn’t that bad and I figured that once the game started they would loose interest in me.What I hadn’t counted on was the amount of beer they were drinking and Tom’s ability to manipulate the situation. It all started. "N...nno. I don't..." Her voice was shaking. She was on the verge of tears, "I don't want to disappoint you."She sounded so sincere."So you have a choice to make." I said softly, "You can leave now and avoid the pain...or stay, and accept your punishment." I'm sorry..." she whispered."I know, Jessica. I know you're sorry. But you still have to be punished." I said firmly.She turned her head and lay down on the cushions again. The situation had changed so quickly. She'd been so eager, so joyful. Glancing from the corner of her eye, she saw that Hugo had done something with the couch. It was now a big, soft bed. She remembered thinking: How, clever!Behind her now, his voice coming from the bed itself, she heard Hugo Foxx growl, "Get those God damned panty hose off of her! I want to see what the little bitch looks like bare-assed naked!"Hartman stopped kissing her then and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her panty hose. With slow deliberateness he pulled them down over her.