Then I begin to panic. I’m trapped, face down against a hard-flat surface. It ends just below my stomach. A round ball fills my mouth and drool drip... down my chin. My arms and legs are pulled down, held in place below me. I continue to struggle, trying to break free, but I can barely move.How did I get here? Thinking back, I remember the nightclub. We were celebrating my promotion. I went home early. I wasn’t feeling well. Suzanne and her sister gave me a ride. The last thing I remember is them. I've also seen the way he looks at me sometimes. Those looks cause me to become aroused like nothing else, and yet, he's never touched me in an "inappropriate" way. And those looks, I just know, are not meant for me to notice, but I do. Oh, do I ever.Sometimes I feel like I'm on a damned pedestal and I hate it. I fucking hate it! I mean, if just having him look at me makes me feel so aroused that my panties are soaked through and through, what would his touch do to me? I almost believe that if. Look at that thing!” “He needs it, Ron. I had that bitch riding bowling pins a couple three weeks back. Did I ever show you that tape we made?” “Hell no I haven’t seen no tape,” the friend laughed. As I stirred fully awake, I rolled over to my stomach to better conceal myself from the mens’ wide-eyed stares and nervously waited for them to go about their business. They continued to comment about Lacy’s whorishness as her nude body lied sprawled out on the. He said nothing. I’ve to go. I asked him are you shy to see me nude? This is common in Bangalore(I lied lol). He said okay and smiled. I continued to talk to him as I combed my hair and was doing stuff. He was just staring at my dick. I could see his huge bulge. He wasn’t shy anymore. We became casual and he started talking with me in a friendly manner. He started asking if we all walk nude in front of each other. I said only in front of friends and all. He asked something that shocked me. “Do.