I did want to talk to my friends before everyone knewthough. That was important to me at least.My parents knew I was a bit off this morning, my though...s kept me inmy head. Not only just the morning but that day and the next leadingup to Saturday. Sam even knew something was wrong, and I did confidein her... Well most of it at least, I couldn't bring myself to tellher about my new lacy underthings I had gotten. I was stillembarrassed at myself for wanting them like I did.Honestly things over the. Shazia came by again late afternoon to pick up the car a second time in just as many days. Before leaving she left her number saying call me whenever you like. A couple of days went by, with earlier events still on my mind I hesitated to contact Shazia, but on a Sunday night I saw Shazia drive past whilst I was with a friend on our way to get food. Once we had eaten I indirectly rushed my friend to get me home so that I could call Shazia before midnight to see if I could get a handjob again. I. The steel of his cockring was bruising the top surface of my ass-rim as it pushed unevenly against it while he screwed himself deep inside me, and the rhythmic pressure was starting to feel good even while it hurt me. The shock was beginning to wear off and my sphincter started to grow used to accommodating Tony, unknowingly as he stirred my ass wider in cruelty he began to make my hole feel hot and tingly. His grinding shaft, pulsing huge was becoming delicious and I wanted him to fuck me so. We worked together and were friends, although it was always his lead in the things we did when we hung out together. I think he realized my submissive nature early on. He may also have suspected about my feminine side, but I'm not sure how long before moving in he knew about that. When we hung out at his place, or at mine, I would be getting him food and drinks and so on."What the hell is this?" Mark asked one day when I brought him a tuna salad sandwich."Tuna salad." I replied."Try again." he.