Now gostand in that corner smelling your hand until a Roman gives youpermission to leave."I walked to the corner with my hand to my face. The smell wa... deepof testosterone. It wasn't perfumed nor was it dirty. It was thesmell of man. A smell I hadn't had in weeks. It penetrated mynostrils and filled my air passages. I could feel the osmosis of hisaroma become a part of my body and then I fainted.August 11th ? weekly blogOh, yes, I wanted to tell you what a 'Slave' is here. I mean what itmeans. Phil fucked you that night instead of me. Christ! Who do you think carried you back to your room?”The bitterness in her voice was horrible but it all made sense. No wonder the sex had felt so different; it had been with a different man. Phil must have fucked me believing I was Maggie. We looked similar in daylight; drunk and in the darkness had he made as big a mistake as I had?No! My mistake was far, far worse!My hands fell to my belly in horror. I felt sick. Maggie’s eyes followed them then. This carried on for a short while then he pushed me backwards off his lap and told me to stand in front of him. There I stood with my jeans round my knees and my cock rigid and bouncing in front of me."So what do you want to do now?" he asked.My answer was short and honest. "Anything you want." Really?" he asked."Yes anything at all that you want to do with me."He looked me up and down "Take your clothes off"I undressed immediately and stood naked in front of him, a horny fifteen year old ready. .. not a made up BS because you’re dating this ass-kicking country babe,” I rightfully replied. “You guys have as good a shot at winning as we do.”Paul quickly changed the subject by asking, “So what are your plans for the rest of the day?”I chuckled at my friend’s question, which didn’t go unnoticed by my long distance best bud.“What’s goin’ on, Cuda? Spill it?” he quickly fired off.“Well ... after I get up ‘n at-em, I’m gonna run downtown and pick up Brick and Tempe at the Hilton. Then, we’re.