Was Mrs. Miller watching me? Then I remembered the comment she made "Maybe I can get on your route." Now all this time I had been banging some hot chi...ks, and a couple of them were a year or two older and I had been thinking about going after some vintage poon. But the vintage pussy I was envisioning was some my buddy's moms. Mrs. Miller was older than that. That night I had the most amazing wet dream staring Mrs. Miller. I mean she is not hot by any stretch but in this dream she was a good. Apparently I was the most obvious gay ever. My friends had seen me checking them out in middle school and I hadnt learned to hide it by the time I got to sophomore year of high school. Thats just stupidity or carelessness. Or both. Oh. But I didnt really think about it much. I mean, guys are always checking people out. Thats what Casey thought you were doing yesterday but I didnt notice you looking at any other guys really. Just seemed to be me. Yep, obvious as fuck. Yeah&hellip, So I decided. I pull out a roll of duct tape and wrap it around her neck to keep the sack in place as I slammed the trunk shut and quickly got in my car and drove off. It took only a few minutes on the highway to get to my destination, an abandoned factory lot and I pulled into the closest of the empty buildings. I had already set up the building so that it was all but sound proof as I pulled in and stepped from my car. I quickly flipped the switch and the massive garage style door slid shut with a hiss as. "Jerome: "Good, are you naked?"Me: "No, I am not. Do you want me to be?"Jerome: "Yes."Looking to my husband to make sure he was sound asleep, I slipped my pajama short bottoms off, and peeled of my shirt to get naked as requested.Me: "Okay, I am naked now."Jerome: "Well done slut. So are you available to meet Thursday?"Me: "Yes, as long as it is during the day."Jerome: "Great, because I enjoy having fun with you, and having you act as my slut. Come over Thursday morning at the same time. Wear.