My beautiful nipple is standing at attention and begging to be pulled. I glance over and the guy, I'll call him Blue since he wears a blue hat, runs h...s tongue out along his lips. The sight of that lovely pink tongue sticking out of that amazing tanned face gets my juices flowing. He motions for me to continue. I switch hands and lift my left breast so that he can see what I am doing better. I move my fingers so that I am holding my breast only by the firm rosy nipple. Blue honks his horn and. Her response was, ‘ not now, but maybe I will fetch the car after I have been fucked.’I was so horny by this stage and my adrenaline was pumping so hard, I could hear my heart in my throat. I sent her a message in reply, ‘ Fuck yes. I hope your pussy is sopping wet and wanting cock inside it. I am going to lick you where he has fucked you and then I am going to fuck you in the same place he did.’She then messaged again saying that he had a meeting in half an hour and that she gave him her cell. “Isn’t that awful?” She hid behind her fan. “She’s not really that fat.”I waited.“She volunteered, of course, so what could I do. I know her people.”I waited some more, pretty sure of what was coming.“I want you to go talk to her, about what we do, about her clothes, which are awful, and, well, see if you can convince her she has made a mistake.”“Why me?” I asked.“You’re a man,” the Madam said coldly. “But don’t hurt her feelings.”I went up to the girl’s room, knocked, introduced myself and. I had to sort this mess out in my own head first.That night I wrote about ten pages in my diary, describing what Melanie andI got up to and what I was feeling before, during and after. Over the nextweek or so I rationalised that it wasn't my fault and I confirmed that I hadreally enjoyed the experience with Melanie. I wrote that I felt that I wasindeed a lesbian. It all went into the diary on my computer, including allof the questions that arose from my realisation.For the next couple of weeks,.