Kara had succeeded in downing several drinks herself and was now choreographing a frantic round-robin butt-fuck, as almost in a dance the halfway-cost...med characters rolled up on top of me, pumped my ass a few times then, rolled off to be replaced by the next. Then, suddenly after what seemed the longest time, it stopped and Kara instructed I be rolled once more onto my back.“Ladies,” Kara called. “Your assistance.” She motioned to the group of women to pinion my arms and legs while she climbed. 25The table had been fairly quiet up till then and afterwards the conversation started, most of it was about energy matters and from ear wigging some of the conversation’s I gathered that Gerald had been given a standing ovation for his talk that afternoon, no wonder the company wanted to award him, then I began to panic, what was I supposed to do if he was called to accept this award, should I go with him, should I remain seated, what?, I couldn’t ask him, it was all meant to be a surprise,. As I take the camera, I photograph you from many angles as you pose, tease, please and perform for the camera. And, I know, for me as well.You purposely let the bodice of the top slide down to reveal your breast, pink nipple already hardening. I move in for close-ups, and you cup your freed mammary, rubbing your thumb over the now distended nipple. I feel my manhood stirring, stiffening ... but I continue to snap pictures. You carry posing provocatively. Both of our breathing. They would have told everyone to be kind and sensitive to the person, and to treat them like they would any other k**. And warn them about bullying the person. But nothing like that had happened. It must be a lie.“Oh yeah,” he asked. “Like who?”“Well, for starters there is Gemma Atkins.” She replied smiling. “And Andrea Solomon. And Kirsty Summers. That’s like Who!”Now she had to be lying. He knew all three of those girls and none of them could be boys. He defiantly would have known.