But I'm not gay... honest. I didn't think anything would come of this because I don't meet many people and would be too shy to try and hook up with so...eone from a singles site or anything. But things got interesting when I applied for a job at a gay adult book and video store. I was thinking it would be for a sales clerk or something, so I show up for the interview just like it was any other. Upon meeting the proprietor, I was led to the back of the shop. Through a door into a dimly lit. He was still lapping at her vulva like he had no intention of stopping. His beard was soaked in her juices by now, and he was looking into her eyes as though she was the most desirable person he had ever seen. That thought was enough to make her come. While still sucking on her clit, he slid his index finger into her and she let out a strangled cry. “Shhh…it’ll get better”, he said in that soothing voice, and began to stroke her languorously. In, out, in, out, and matched every stroke with a. But I’m sorry I can’t release you, Aunty’s orders!”“Orders? Please where am I, I’m so confused.” I said in barely a whisper.“The treatment worked much better than I first thought.” she said nodding to herself.“You are very lucky Kasey, some gurls have so much trouble excepting when first brought round. I sometimes really dislike what we have to do but your sponsor was quite clear what was expected in return for their funding.”“Sponsor? I really don’t understand Cindy. What’s happened? I. .no John Holmes..I want 15 inches minimum” before convulsing into a fit of giggles; Man I wish I could have had a wank I would have lasted less then few seconds lol. I had to reply to her as she tilted her head at looked straight at me – “no way” I replied, “unless you want a horse”. “A man-donkey” she shouted before laughing more. Looking at her I mentioned how men like women in stockings and got off the bed and went to her draw and pulled out some white seam and heel stockings I had brought.