” Part of me was tried of being abused at the hands of this slut. Another part of my was fascinated, loving every second of it, begging more and mor... to plunge my cock deep within her. “No, I’ve had enough of sitting here taking your shit,” I finally said. “I’m going home,” and started to stand up. “Fine,” she said with frustration, putting her foot in my chest and shoving me back into the chair. “I had a rough day and worked out hard this morning. Start and my feet and massage my legs,” she. It was really quite an experience."Please get out of the tub, Miss. It's time for your massage."The men helped me out and then I put my robe back on and the trio then took me to the next room. The room was dark and lit with candles. There was a large massage table that they asked me to lay on. There was soothing music playing. Salvatore and the other two men were also in the room.I got on the table and Salvatore stood at the head of the massage table. Joseph and Vincent stood by each of my. She was always so sweet to me. She must have been about forty six when this event happened in the mid 1970's. I knocked on the door and his mother Helen answered it in a light blue rather worn towelling dressing gown. "Oh hi how nice to see you," she said listlessly. "Hello Mrs Franklyn," I said. She told me David has called to say he had to work until 7.30 but he would thrilled to see me when he go home.. "You can wait for him watch TV but I have a terrible headache and I'm going. You want to be withanother cross dresser; you want to dress with another man. It's allright here, baby. I even wore these panties special just for you."I could feel my hesitation melting away. I resisted it only brieflybefore finally dropping to my knees in front of him. As I sucked myfirst cock he added more details to answer my unasked questions."It was my browsing history that led to me and Josie's final fight. Iknew then that our differences were irreconcilable. That whole draweris my.