Haven't been able to sell more than a couple of the stories I wrote. I've had to sell most of my things just to pay for rent and food and clothes. The...e two suitcases are all I have left. I spent the last of my money buying an outfit I thought you'd like and getting a cab over here." So do you need a loan? I don't have much cash on hand, but you can spend the night and I'll make a withdraw in the morning-" I need a job! It's just for a few months, while I finish a couple more scripts. I know. Besides, I had often tried sucking my own cock many times, and wondered how it would feel. Who hasn’t, eh? And, having a little suck on one cock doesn’t make you gay, right? Just a little kiss? And, if it I didn’t like it, I could simply get up and walk away. However, all these thoughts jostling for supremacy in my mind meant one significant thing: it would mean having to admit to myself that I had been harbouring a secret sexual hunger which I had hitherto been blissfully and, as it eventually. I pile my uniform neatly to one side, as I will wash it later, laundry being one of my chores. The heavy black leather belt that is part of my uniform goes on a hook by the door. It is the first thing I take off after arriving, and the last thing I put on before leaving. The fact that it hangs there is symbolic of my surrender, and also of Master's very real willingness to use it on me, if my behavior warrants. Finally, I am naked, except for the long gold chain that I wear under my. There wasn't much to it and it only needed the two of us to finish in a few week. Which was great as meant we got lots of chances to have some fun with each other! The house belonged to a couple in their late twenties and they were both quite fit. She went to work most of the day but Mr McCullagh worked nights and would be home sleeping until around lunch when he would get up and sometimes help us out. We would normally start at 7 just after he arrived home from his shift so we had a key to let.