I had to laugh at that one. I toldthose places are nothing more than God's waiting room. I have visited afew of them, and they're even sadder places t...an before surrogates camealong. Everyone who can afford a surrie is locked in their room andtheir virtual self is out in the world. The only poor souls left at thebingo games are the ones who can't afford a surrie.I still hoped that she would understand what I was doing....On my second visit to the Virtual Self showroom, I was met by a verysweet,. And she stripped him naked whilst he shifted in the seat to accommodate her movements. Then she leaned forward and pressed something on the dashboard. The seat moved till his legs were straight in the footwell, and his body followed suit as the seatback reclined to horizontal. Jesus. He hadn’t had sex in a car since he’d sold his Morris minivan at Uni, and he was almost back in his early twenties as Melanie curved over him sinuously and swallowed his erection. Into her throat. Fucking. He told me to pick up some beer, hehad ordered some Chinese delivery, so we wouldn't have to worry abouttaking any breaks in the action. With those words, I swear my assholeliterally palpitated. On the drive to Trey's house I thought about what a disgusting faggotI had become. It boggled my mind, no where in my history, had I so much hadthought about a guys dick like I thought about Trey's - what power did hehave over me, what was making me want to be his bitch, his hole. What wasmaking me. That she and her roommate were very close, VERY close indeed was not exactly a secret but neither was it something they flaunted. They both led a full and varied social life and dated a lot. That either might occasionally get closer than was generally accepted to another female, and often to each other in the privacy of their dorm room, was something she didn't think was public knowledge.A glance at Jerry revealed nothing but casual interest. Pam decided he simply meant what he had said. Yeah,.