It turns out that they had started an ad for me, so itwasn't long before a few new men decided to break quarantine for a sissythat would allow them to...do whatever they wanted to do to her.For the record, to this day I am still blindfolded, tied up and waitingevery morning from 5 to 7am, hoping that my new Masters David, James,Tyrese and Kevin will do me the honor of starting my day off with a goodsissy fuck session. One or two of them usually show in the mornings. Oneglorious Wednesday, all. Carl accordingly spun the wheel again, and it landed on ‘shirt’. Mr. Barton intervened: “I am glad we are going to get a chance to try out our new ‘clapometer’. Mr. Shaw has lost his socks and his shirt, so we can decide between undershirt, pants and underpants. If you favor his undershirt, please clap now!”Luke-warm applause. “Pants?” Slightly louder applause. “Underpants?” Enthusiastic applause. “Ok, we do not need our clapometer to tell us that the underpants have it. Over to you, Mr.. A hand suddenly touched me, and I awoke startled. It was my Mom. She was asking if I was alright. As my vision cleared, I could see Doug standing in the doorway just behind her wearing only his boxers. I must have woken them with my moans. The creepy stare Doug was giving me snapped me out of my wondrous state immediately. I just knew the scumbag had followed Mom and wanted to see me having an orgasm as I slept. I brushed Mom off and assured her I was just having a bad dream. That asshole Doug. Inside, bloodied andbruised, the tired pilots suddenly came to the bitter realization that theyhad, in fact, not been killed. Flames gently rocked the spacecraft as theyate away at the hull's lining, loose plasma drifting through the walls, soonto rip a hole into the chilling grasp of cold death.Mentally, head pilot Jun Amirahi imagined what his last three seconds oflife would be like after the hull caved. He imagined his body passingthrough a hole smaller than his fist. Silently, he began to.