I suspect it was more a case of him slowly fucking my mouth than me giving an expert blowjob, but it was clearly working for both of us. His hand was ...n the back of my head pushing me up and down on him and then I felt him pull my knickers to one side and start to finger around my bum. It wasn’t that unpleasant, and even when it probed slightly deeper, quite nice. So, it was totally unexpected and painful when the finger was rammed up my bottom to the knuckle, and I leapt up off my seat with a. That was if I had any face left to save. Still, the whole thing did seem a bit much even from a bunch of guys who liked to humiliate each other if they pass out drunk. Only, I was about to discover, I was not just here with my four friends."Oh God, look at that pathetic expression on her cumbucket face," came a fifth voice, as I suddenly realised where that gentle, stroking hand on my crotch had come from, "I just have to get a picture!"I saw the flash of the camera again and in an instant I. "To that end, you must be prepared, Poppy. That begins now. Are you ready?" He still held her chin."Yes," she whispered, fear and excitement colored her speech.To begin with, He explained she must be ready to receive anything into her body. Of course that meant making room. He showed her to another bathroom with a large, vinyl covered wedge laying in the middle of the floor. Hanging by a hook on the wall above the toilet, was a large hot water bottle with a hose that touched the floor. She knew. They laughed, saying that I thought I would beat them and I lost instead."Pick from the jar," they said, to see what I have to do for losing. It said that tomorrow a bag would be left for me. I had to put on the clothing inside and arrive at Tracy's (ten miles away) by 4:00pm, and not be late. Sure enough, the next day at noon a bag was delivered to me. When I looked inside, there was a hot pink bra, hot pink thong, hot pink garter belt, a white thong, white fishnet stockings, a white fishnet.