In this case, I had planned an evening of "group therapy" and the Bottom, more commonly referred to as the "Cocksucker," arrived 30 minutes too late.
Three tops assembled together and had impatiently waited for this Cocksucker. Momentarily thrown off my game, I, as the host, quickly recovered by turning on a ChiChi LaRue DVD.
The Cocksucker arrived. He was stunning. The tops, a bit disgruntled by the wait, were gratified by the prowess of this Cocksucker's tongue.
All was right with the world.