After the song, I said, “The Lottery Numbers for the Saturday night Drawing are 19,27,16,10,67 with 15 as the Monsterball. All official announcement... are pending.”“Holy SHIT!” said one of the dancers, “I got four numbers and the Ball. That’s fifty thousand dollars. Run me a tab, barkeep ... a round on me!”That was just about the end of our night.The manager came over at midnight, “Bobby, you might as well go home. There’s not going to be a crowd.”He was right, as soon as that round was. Sissy loved this. As humiliated as he was, he knew she was right - that he was a sissy.The taller of the black men wasn't waiting around anymore. He climbed behind her and yanked her hair back pulling her body down the length of his black shaft. Vicky screamed as the full length of his cock split her. 'It's too much!' She wailed, as all thoughts of teasing her cuck left her mind. 'Shut the fuck up, bitch,' He said, slapping her fat white arse. 'Jonny, shut her up.' Jonny grabbed the white bitch. “Master, I am going to change the woman in ‘The Threesome’ statue. Would it please you to watch?” the custodian asked me.“Certainly.”It was then I saw the large sculpture occupying the center of the room. It appeared to be cut from one piece of green marble. A carved stone man lay on his back, legs together, arms up with elbows bent and hands open. Another man was kneeling over him, facing his feet. The art work was magnificent with each muscle and sinew of these stereotypical perfect males. He'd heard of others doing something like this, occasionally two males unable to find a female helping each other out with their need but this was different. Yarek's touch felt like more than just a helping hand, it had the feel of love with it. As he kept thinking about what to do his body was slowly making the decision for him. His cock was growing under his friends touch, stirring within its soft shelter. Well, why not then, after all they were friends and what ever happens they could talk.