Aunt Remya told me that he was in his tuition teacher’s flat learning Maths. She asked me to sit down and went to make tea. I went to the kitchen. R...mya Aunty was in the kitchen facing the table. I watched her from behind. She really was sexy. Then suddenly she turned and saw me staring at her. She smiled at me and asked “Why are you looking so curiously at me, Raj?” “No, it’s nothing, Remya Auntie”, I replied. Then she brought tea and biscuits to the sitting room and we both sat down there.. It was a quiet Sunday when things started, I was in alone with just a couple of temporary girls in to run the place, Mr Burton rarely came in at the week end. We had run out of a brand of beer and I knew we had some in the storeroom but I couldn't remember where. None of the girls knew so it was down to me to find them. After about fifteen minutes looking where I thought they should be I started looking where they shouldn't. Almost immediately I came across what looked like a security video. “Kenny, I have many, much older gay friends. In the old days, apparently, there was a code between gay men when they were in conversation and speculating if a man they observed was gay. The one would then ask the other, ‘Do you think he is a friend of Dorothy?’”I was still totally confused, but Kaspar could clearly see my bewildered blushing and came to my rescue.“Kenny, Judy Garland is one of the greatest gay icons of all time, as is her daughter, Liza Minnelli,” he explained.As the penny. I imagine being chained in my basement and watching on a monitor as Dan makes love to other women in our marital bed. I imagine the opposite, chaining him and forcing him to watch and listen to me with Gabe. I feel loathing for myself and yet I get sexual release as I wallow in it. I lose my desire for 'normal' sex. I turn down opportunities to be with Kyra, Claire, and even Gabe. I look through the favors wanted listings, but I talk myself out of taking any of the femdom opportunities. Barbie.