”The toilet slave’s head stuck out through a hole in the wall such that its face was at the same height as a toilet seat. Its head rested in a V-s...aped cradle which prevented it from rolling its head from side to side when someone was sitting on its face with the full weight of her body. It had a spider gag ring in its mouth holding its mouth open at all times. Metal spokes on the ring prevented it from flipping the ring out of its mouth. A strap ran around the back of its head holding the ring. " What choice?" Zeta asked."There are more guys than girls," John pointed out, "So if each of the girls in this room picks a guy, and lets him do whatever he wants to her, and I mean anything they want to do, anything at all, that leaves four guys over, so one girl gets to do five guys, is that girl you Zeta?" John suggested. "Or can you give the word for one of these other girls to take on five guys?" No!" Zeta protested, "I can't do that!" So you'll fuck five guys?" John asked, "Including. Each believed in this man out of their own naïveté and their own sense of the purity of man, never once suspecting just what he was planning to do to them. He could easily see this supposed angel taking advantage of each of them, leaving them penniless in some strange city days weeks or months in the future.The 'angel' didn't look anything like he'd imagined. He was just a young man who seemed to have delusions of grandeur, since he didn't seem that impressive. He appeared clean cut, but. You’re ready! You straighten your blouse and begin to turn towards the bar. Suddenly you feel something grab you around the waist. You are shocked! Frightened actually! He is holding you firmly and pulls you close to him. You catch his silhouette in the window and recognize his features from the email photos you have spent too much time with. He presses his lips on your neck sending a jolt of energy down your spine to the top of your ass. You want to melt in his arms but your brain knows.