Most likely it’s in the genes, I thought.Yet another associate producer from the Durham Co-op came knocking at my door. Well to be honest he called ...y cell phone. “Mr. Rogers my name is Harris. I’m in town dealing with you former partner Janet. I understand she is upset that we refused her script. It is my understanding that you did the research, but did not work on the script?” it wasn’t really a question, but I answer anyway.“That is true,” I said.“Mr Rogers, have you ever heard of a script. I don't know why, maybe it was the poppers, but there I was, my head spinning, and letting a man pump is penis back and forth in my mouth. He said that was perfect, that I should make an o-shape with my mouth like I was taking a hit.He held the bottle under my nose eight and ten more times, and since I couldn't breathe through my mouth, I kept getting rush after rush. Suddenly, I noticed that I was getting hard, and that the head of my penis was sticking out from under the bottom of my shorts.. “Look,” I said finally. “I know Maeve has all the right female attributes going for her, and all in the right places, but shit – she’s nothing compared to Karen!”“Except emotionally,” he said. “Or at least I thought so.”“That’s bullshit, and you know it. Karen loves you completely.”“Mmm. She loves me, but she hasn’t been in love with me for a while now.”“Bollocks! Caro and I have been best friends with both of you for the last seven years, ever since our first days at Uni. And there hasn’t been. My arms were pulled taught until I could feel myself being pulled up onto my tip toes. I felt the cool breeze on my body as my robe was undone and pulled back. I realized that I was being displayed to the rest of the club members. I felt hands around my ankles as they were pulled wide apart. Cuffs were put on each ankle and something was attached that kept me from closing my legs. With them spread wide, I was just barely able to touch the floor. I heard Master.