I hate you." Thankfully, we were the only people in the room so far."What's up buddy, having a rough morning?" I laughed."I think I'm gonna die," he w...ispered. His eyes were bloodshot and the whole cliched bit."Man, you look like shit. That's no way to impress the boys, gay boy." Both of us were midwestern, but somehow I never could understand the attitude most guys I knew had toward gays. I knew I wasn't gay, and Shay knew he was. What did it matter? We could joke about it without getting any. Barring that I could only hope that without the beard and wearing contacts instead of horned rimmed glasses she might not know me.We had all heard the stories at least a hundred times. How Bill, the president of our company, had gone out to the Left Coast to visit our branch office there and how once he had laid eyes on the office manager it had been love at first sight. He had shared with us, in great detail, how he had pursued her. We all knew he was behaving like a lovesick teenager, but he. “You shall wait for my orders Slave,” she ordered with firm authority, an undertone of affection barely detectable in the command. A coat of her own juices were glistening on her fingers as she rubbed her clit in a slow, deliberate circle, her other hand busying itself with the task of teasing her breasts.Her ears noted the whimpers and gasps that her slave was making as she sunk her fingers in her dripping snatch. The pain and suffering she knew he was going through by not being able to do. Who is this young man with you?"Marilee blushed shyly. She turned to bring Graydon alongside."This is Graydon Williams, our friend. He's helped us so much! Graydon, this is Father Ambrose, our family priest."Ambrose extended his hand to grip Graydon's hand in a firm grasp. The two locked eyes and time seemed to freeze. Ambrose instantly remembered the moment he first encountered his mentor, many years ago, when he sensed the depth of the elder man's intellect and his fathomless spirit. That.