I keep my hair cut short, close to my head.Women seemed to want my company and I was always getting set up on dates. I took advantage of this, and my ...ed was almost never empty. There was a problem though, it wasn't a woman I wanted in my bed; it was a man. Whenever I had sex, I wouldn't be thinking of the woman I was sharing my body with, instead I'd be fantasizing about some man's cock in my mouth or in my ass.Minneapolis does have a gay scene, but I could never bring myself to go to it. The. I wanted to know how h treated ya before, AND after, and how he made ya look like ya had such a good time. He's hinted that he might want to ask me out. You showed me what I might end up like at the end of a date, and it was MIGHTY interesting."Sharon had talked some more with her, but had promised to reveal more when the time was right. Sharon had invited both of them out for lunch the next day. They went to the cafe where her and William had gone on their first day. She had gone there enough. Her cunt got wet just thinking about it.She entered the bar and several men stared. She ordered a glass of wine and sat at a back booth. She wondered which man would come to her first. She just wanted him hard and huge and ready for a good long fuck session. She loved a big long thick cock that was hard as a rock and could fuck all night. When it wasn't fucking one of her holes she loved sucking it and craved the taste of cream spurting down her throat. Two months ago she did a foursome with. Under her three slave holes where huge puddles of cum. Her hair, her eyes and her ears where full of it too. She got a bit exhausted. I said to all, that my slut needs a 15 minute break. After that we could continue. We disappeared in a dark room. What we saw was diverse SM stuff. I had an idea. I attached Benaslut on the swing set looking upwards and bound her A cup udders on a rope hanging from the ceiling. As usual they looked like tiny table tennis balls when they where bound. I enjoy that.