By nine, everyone was there. There were ten men and ten women and everyone was elegantly dressed. It reminded me of the red carpet at the Oscars. Soon...I was to learn it was all a masquerade like the 17th and 18th Century masked ball. The evening's agenda was hanging there right before my eyes so I might have guessed what was about to happen. It was a swing securely fastened to the ceiling but not an ordinary swing. It had stirrups and belts that suggested a sex swing. It wasn't there on my. I remember hearing about dropping paper as a way of communicating that you were a cruiser.One way to find out i thought...i have to do this...i hope its real. I got ready that day as usual per my routine. Shave and clean out. Put on a thong....loose shorts and t shirt. I headed to the stall early around 640. I waited and waited was getting nervous.I decided to strip down to a thong... Why not ...no one can see me...It was 6:54 and someone finally came in the bathroom. They came to my stall. Caroline began pushing back on my cock as I held her hips, looking down at her bum as I watched the length of my cock disappear into her pussy.I started to fuck her hard so I could hear my balls slapping against her'Mmmmmmm....That's it.....keep going' Caroline groanedI got a good rythem going fucking Caroline enjoying the sensation of my cock in her pussy.'This is so nice being fucked as I just lean looking out of the window, good job my neighbour isn't in her kitchen looking out' Caroline. .. children," he said."So they're your brother and sister?" Actually, no," he told her. "Dr. Carson was pretty specific – we're not related."Michael just sat there for a moment, contemplating this latest turn of events in his life."You," Michael said; pointing to the boy. "What's your name, again?"Stoically the android replied, "Chip, Sir. Chip Carson." And you?" Michael said, looking at the girl."Becky Carson, Sir." Well Chip and Becky; I guess we should examine you," he said, getting up out.