. how should I put it... it's the absolute epitome of 'gay'." Why is that a problem?" Adam retorted, throwing me a stern glare. "What's wrong with us...looking gay when we're having gay sex?" It's a problem because it's going to be difficult to compose the painting in a way that avoids your very beautiful lovemaking appearing like a... well... the sort of lewd cartoon you see scrawled in a bus shelter."Adam's expression softened. I'd won him over by including 'very beautiful'."But like Adam. "i am not a faggot"he slaps my face and spits on me"you are too a faggot. you came in my room and started sucking my cock unprompted. that's something a faggot would do." I am no-"he slaps me again"you are a faggot but not a very good one. hell you've gotten maybe 4 of my inches down. you got five more to go. now open up and get back to work." no" wrong answer"he grabbed my jaw with his huge hands and forced open my jaw. his dick was in the second it opened. I was back to gagging on his. It was such a nice conversation and the old gentleman had told me so many things about trains that I wanted to write them down while I still remembered them. I typed away until dinnertime, and then shut everything down for the night. After dinner I went back to the bar car to enjoy a drink and relax a bit before going to bed. As I sat there enjoying my drink, I spotted a very lovely young woman at the bar getting herself a drink. She had short brown hair, a very nice figure and the prettiest. At last, she settled on a sheer black number, off the shoulder and completely see-through, only rather more than a body stocking. Jacqui completed the vision with a new bra and panty set comprising of a thong with high set thighs and a gusset only a few centimetres wide. The bra was little more than string, only just enough fabric to cover her nipples and little else.Chris was to be the chauffer; they had even gone to the expense of hiring a limo and a suit complete with hat for the evening so.