Mott The Hoople was a popular band and we all knew their music. They were just playing their instrumental cover of the Kinks' 'You Really Got Me', and...then they announced to great cheers that they would perform 'All The Young Dudes', written for them the previous year by David Bowie. Hearing them live on stage was a very different experience from listening to their albums on your record player.It was a great concert. The three of us stood together and swayed to the music, or shouted comments in. I was not disappointed in what I found there either... Michael had shot a load in his underwear again and I was lucky enough to find them before Mom washed them. I brought them to my nose, inhaling deeply the musky, pungent scent of male sex. And just like before, the smell of my brother's "gift" was too much for me to resist. My hand went straight to my dripping pussy and I fingered myself to a crashing orgasm. But this time, just as I was finishing, I heard the distinctive "click" of the door. All the time Sissy was trying to scream and struggle against the restraints, but she was held firmly, with the gag acting as a noise suppressant. Now Sissy was naked standing there spread eagle with no way of knowing what was in store for her.I looked within my box of tricks, selecting a feather and the butterfly vibrator, with belt. Then I went and found my own invention an adjustable stand on which I would place a vibrator, which stood upwards. Finally I went to the bar fridge, which we kept. In essence, I’d been royally fucked and totally satisfied for the first time since Randy left for D.C. Maybe my fears about catching something were unfounded after all. Why would all those guys go there if they thought they’d get something bad? I jogged past the place every day and looked over at the group of men standing outside, convincing myself all my fears were unfounded. I never saw the black guy with them. After a lonely weekend and a wine-soaked Monday, I jogged past the place again.