Okay, there are some cultures on the planet where "face" seems the paramount goal, but in reality it's every culture, everywhere, every person who nee...s to preserve their "face".So (assuming we're talking about someone M-to-F here, to whatever degree), society and the world is telling person "A" that they are male, and should act male ("Take it like a man, damnit!"), and that a man is strong and important, and a woman is weak and less than a man... Yeah, it's a bad, old stereotype, and it's. “Is that good Courtney?” I asked. “Oh hell yeah!” She replied “After a while it doesn’t hurt and it starts to really feel good.” It was obvious that Courtney was still horney. Teagan broke the slightly awkward moment.“Hey babe, I think it’s Courtney’s turn now.” Before I could answer, Courtney asked, “Teagan, are you sure? The last thing I want to do is mess up what y’all have.” “I agree with Courtney.” I said cautiously. “You‘re sure you are OK with me screwing Courtney?” “You two. Reddened tits. Voluptuous bottom complete with handprints. Wet fingers in pink places. Teeth gnawing electrified nipples. The knots of my bonds forming imprints in my milky flesh. My open mouth, cherry lips wrapped around his cock, gagging on his girth. His tongue in my butt. His glistening rod on its exit from my distended insides. Pictures that would give my parents a heart attack and guarantee my place in heaven was given to someone else. Anyone else. Beyond morality, I groaned as Adam’s. With a smile, she tilted her body forward and filled my empty cup with a cloud of steaming brew and slid the crystal sugar bowl across the tiny table.My smile froze as I sat down and adjusted my chair's position to face the Chief. The growing knot of dread within me was made no easier by the leader's demand that I join her for coffee at this ungodly hour."Why so early? What's up?" I bit my lower lip and looked at my timepiece."Nothing. I just want to know what you think." Sheila tilted her head.