I must not have done a good job because the strap-on didn’t quiet slide in as what I thought it would. She reached over my body to put the ball gag...back in my life. She didn’t have to pinch my nose shut to open my mouth because I was screaming from the pain. She started to pick up her pace shoving her dildo faster in my ass and I began to cry, trying to bury my head.?Ah what’s wrong Dylan?? She asked as she reached over and pulling my hair so my head would raise. ?I’m taking your virginity. .. lesson learned. We laid there for a few minutes and soon she got up and removed my condom and dropped it in the waste basket. She walked very slowly to the bathroom giving me a good view of her ass. I knew I wanted to fuck her in the ass with my cock but I feared the party was over. She came back with a warm wash cloth and cleaned my cock and balls, gave it a good bye kiss and told me I had to leave. I paid her the agreed amount and then some, leaving me too broke to party any more so I. All of this was crowned by a small glitteringsilver and rhinestone tiara.As the elevator opened it's doors again and we all got off onto the maincall center floor I made an immediate b-line for the emergency stairway,if being dressed like this at work wasn't an emergency I didn't know whatwas. I knew the stairway had metal grates on the stairs, I only had tohope I didn't catch a heel on the grates on the way down.As I pushed on the bar to open the door the alarm sounded, a steadyrepeating. Opposites attract, and it often works wonders. Please allow me to elaborate on that, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Joel Saint-Vincent, and I was born in the City of Montreal, Quebec, to a Haitian immigrant father and a French Canadian mother. My folks, Lucas Saint-Vincent and Marlene Tremblay split when I was in the tenth grade, and I guess you could say that I come from a broken home. I’d like to think that my difficult upbringing in Montreal’s north side toughened me up and prepared me for.