This was too much. I was thinking clearly, and still I couldn’t get free of this damn party! Suddenly I found myself dumped unceremoniously in the b...ck of the room. I was still trying to get my bearings when I felt my boobs cupped by uninvited hands. I gasped as a bristly face suddenly thrust itself between my breasts and wriggled. I squealed and thrust the man’s face out of my cleavage. The guy looked at me through bleary bloodshot eyes, then hiccupped and turned back to the party. Gail. She finally stops.“This one will be perfect.”She picks out a large, seven inch, red strap on. It is one that we have used many times before, and her personal favourite.My heart races, as it always does when I see her.“My high heels give me the perfect height to pound your arsehole on 'the Bitch Table'.”She walks to me slowly, and restrains my arms and legs. My arse hangs off the edge, at her mercy“You've been such an amazing boy for me these past few months, slut, so it’s about time I rewarded. When the five of us arrived from our last-bell history class, one of only two classes that we all shared, Shameka called us over to stretch with them.“Beth, Heather, you saw Trevor with Katie and me in the hall, right?”“We saw a guy with you, but we don’t know who he is,” Heather responded.“Oh, yeah. That was Trevor. He’s the left wing on the boys’ team. He lives a few houses down from me, so we’ve known each other for years.” She smiled widely, then said, “He asked Katie and me who the tall. He endured the discomfort of saline injections to increase his bust size and he marveled at the way his new, full tits looked in his lacy bras, bustiers, and corsets. He especially loved when I would apply nipple clamps and twist and pull his nipples while calling him a filthy white whore. Previously a work-a-holic, wearing men’s clothing felt unnatural to him and now he would find excuses to work from home or leave work early so he could get home and put on his satin and silk and feel like.