She wanted Melissa’s sense of self to be impacted, too. No matter how much she might logically grasp that actions didn’t determine sexuality, some...part of her psyche called her a phony lesbian for having had sex with me and the other men, despite knowing that she was drugged and thus raped.“So, Jake, you’re the chairman. By all means, take command. What’s the next order of business?” Dad turned to me.“Okay, so we got the issue of your last bequests done, plus the matter of the divorce being. 50 or so didn’t. As I said, Devin invited all of them. Of the ones that showed up, they were white. There was a line out of our house, going to the sidewalk and down the street. All these girls,” Ulysses paused.“It’s ok,” I smiled gently at him. “You can tell me. I’m here to understand and help.”“They all, um, rode me until they climaxed. The first girl would go, she’d get off me, then next and so on until all 100 girls orgasmed.”I nodded my head, the visual sinking in, the imagery of 100. What if I told you to put them on?" I raised my eyebrows, where was this going? "On me?" She opened the slip she was wearing. "I already have some on don't I Pete?" It was a red thong. I couldn't avert my eyes. My cock had taken on a life of its own as I looked at her carefully trimmed pubic hair, she wore black stockings and as my eyes moved up, a red half cup bra that was only just holding in her beautiful breasts. "Like what you see?" She dropped the slip on to the floor. "Pete," she. ”“And did you plan to break up with your first?”“No, of course not!”“And yet you did. Next question, and be careful, but are you and Elyse engaged or planning to get married?”He was quiet and looked at the floor again. Stephie had him trapped now. Elyse decided to have mercy on him.“Of course we aren’t,” she answered. “We’re dating. Maybe it works out, maybe it doesn’t. That’s the point of dating. I dare say not a single person in this room thinks anyone has to be a virgin when they get.