A milkshake. Give himself a brain freeze to clear things up. It was a plan.Alan felt the women around him as he strolled down the concourse. Young, ol..., fertile, not. No males. Oh, they were there. His eyes could see them. Not his mind. Or her heart. Only females interested her. Why? Men were not inferior. Surely some were as worthy as he. Maybe other gods were doing their own collecting, based on their own views. Somewhere there were prophetesses collecting football players.His mood improved. This apparatus also makes my asshole pucker out towards him.Once I was fully strapped into the harness, Master began to slather me with lubricant. My ass cheeks were burning with pain, but he seemed oblivious to my torment as he began working his fingers inside me. Since this was meant as punishment, not pleasure, he did not take his time. He pushed and jabbed at my hole, forcing more fingers in with each thrust, deeper and deeper. I tried to relax, but it was difficult, as I knew I must press. I was closer, but Kate came from one end of the hall to the other to walk past us and pick up the drawing about ten feet away. She had a scowl on her face as Doc turned before she got back and walked back to where I’d been working. I heard a bit of a huffy sigh behind me as Kate followed along. Robert was totally absorbed in a phone conversation down the hall, but when he saw the three of us walking toward him he hung up and came to meet us. Doc took the sketch from Kate.“My god! Look what you. “Take your time sweetie” she whispered in her husky cougar voice.Carol kept stroking my dick while running her left hand under my shirt, rubbing my stomach then touching my nipples, then back to my balls. She leaned over and kissed and licked the head of my cock a few times. Her spit ran down the shaft and lubricated her hand. Her grip was firm and deliberate. Each and every stroke was calculated. She was doing things to my cock and balls that I didn’t understand. I tried to pump her hand and.