She chose Truth, perhaps suspecting that my tricky dare questions were causing a too quick reduction of garments.“What most about love making with a...man excites you sexually.”“I love men who are sexually aggressive, and dominate me, without being cruel.”I certainly made a mental note of that.The game continued.Bill was dared to masturbate through his shorts in front of everyone. He declined and lost his shirt. I think the presence of me, a male, and the whole gay thing, had something to do. ” She wanted this so badly. She pictured his face and his body as he sat there, half naked, and while her fingers kept on rubbing her clit. Before too long, she was digging in deeper. While one hand was going crazy rubbing and fingering her pussy the other hands was madly running through her hair back for whatever reason. She was out of her mind horny. In a rather high pitched tone, Julia started crying out as if needing him to be there. She needed Tyler. She needed and wanted and yearned for. When he had bought her this “costume”, she had blushed and thought she would look awful, a gross caricature of femininity. Looking at herself now, she realized how far she’d come in so short a time …she liked looking so sexy and trashy. She liked the humiliation of it, the degradation of declaring herself purchasable. The ancient and basic equation never failed to work: what a man can buy he can also own …a whore is a woman for sale, objectified, low and filthy … a man has an ultimate freedom. "Rags asked me, "Can you come to the club tonight?" as his men were putting their instruments into their cases. "Bring the music if you have something we don't know, and we'll do a first time through for the club. They love the way we keep bringing new music to them. I think a lot of people show up just for our new stuff."Pop told me, "All that new stuff that we've worked on is mostly yours. You must have been writing nonstop when you were a kid." Pretty much, Pop. I loved music then like I do.