Some of these new friends happened to be gay, and that was cool. Sexuality was never an issue. No-one ever questioned my being straight, hanging out...with women and men at a gay bar. Besides, that's where the best karaoke was.And it was at that bar that everything changed. I say the best karaoke was at the gay bar, but, that's not quite true. See, there were really good singers, and there were really bad singers, really, really bad. And part of the fun was laughing at the bad ones. . Ever since I first wanted to do this," and she reached out and put her fingers around my dick, squeezed it gently and began rubbing it up and down."And when did you first want to do that?" I asked."When you were ten. I was awful, wasn't I? Here's what else I wanted to do," and she bent over and I felt her lips surround my cock and then, the most incredible sensation of my life. Oh, it was so wonderful. Her butt was up in the air near my shoulder and I ran my finger down along the slit between. Aah, now your arse is turning just the right colour.Oh, Sir! I might cum soon.Not yet. Time for another inspection.Aaah!Oh dear. Such a terrible slut who cannot lie still when I probe her cunt like this.I am a slut...and a whore. Sir, I want to cum.Then first I must beat you some more.Yes. Yes, punish me.Faster now. No need for any warm-ups now.Oh, fuck I need this.The harder and faster.Oh, Sir!You dirty little whore. You'll be wearing these bruises tomorrow at work.Yes, Sir. Thank you,. From then until a little after ten o'clock I suffered the indignities of having my ass patted a few times and had more than a few offers of quick sex. I smiled insincerely and went about my duties. Then Michael said, "You serve drinks for the rest of the evening. John called in sick. Take off your apron." He handed me, of all things, a black bow tie. It truly made a fashion statement as it clashed with my "Good Girls Swallow" tee shirt and my black knit boxers.Then I learned what misery really.