’“Listen to me when I tell you this: we’re all gay; it’s just to what extent are you gay.”He goes, “That’s bullshit. I ain’t gay at al....”I’m like, “Yeah you are, and I’ll prove it to you.”He goes, “Fine. Prove it.”I’m like, “Alright. Do you like porn?”He goes, “Yeah, I love porn. You know that.”I’m like, “Do you only watch scenes with two women together?”“No, I watch a man and a woman making love.”“Do you like the guy to have a small, half-flaccid penis?”He goes, “No, I like big, hard,. He’s been so worried about everything. You’ve sorted out the business things haven’t you?’ I smiled, ‘Yes, that’s all sorted and I’ll tell you about my plans for when we get home tonight, in bed. Now give me another kiss then go and make a fuss of him. Is he having Amy tonight?’ She smiled her knowing smile, ‘Mmm,’ she said, ‘but he doesn’t know it yet. We’re not going to tell him until later. We’ll just let Amy flirt with him all evening.’ I laughed, ‘You two are minxes you know,’ I said. This routine went on for a few months, each session just as hot.As time went on I started to ask her about her fantasies and what she liked about the porno we were watching. She avoided the fantasy stuff at first but told me that she liked that the guys where all ripped, good looking, and hung and that the girls were all hot too. She surprised me again and told me that she liked the way the girls would talk about the guys cock, and say that they were being stretched, or that it was so deep .... She had thanked him profusely, kissed him warmly and passionately, and then left in the car, promising to be home in plenty of time for supper. He had told her to have fun, then had retired to his study to work on the layout.Now he frowned as the doorbell sounded again. He didn't like to be interupted when he was working, especially when he was trying to meet a deadline. Reluctantly, he got up from his desk and went out to see who it was.It was Debbie Mason, Tony's lovely black-haired.