"Thank you, Jack." You're welcome, I guess. What for?" Well, for not helping to spread gossip for one thing. But the big thing is for not trying to be...modest or anything when I read my essay." Well, I figured you really put yourself out there. If you were willing to bare your soul, I could just accept it in the spirit it was written. But you know people are going to be awful curious about how you got hurt." Well, let them be. I'm sure it will come out sooner or later. There will probably be. The learning curve had been ninety degrees to the plane, but I was a fast learner, and, as it turned out, a good salesman. Actually I was the company's number one salesman. It was just after Memorial Day that an opportunity, that had been totally unexpected, came my way.I was just finishing up a lunch meeting with Greg Albright, president of Western Systems: a company mainly involved with security stuff for high-rise office buildings, and the like. He liked our product line, and he'd signed on.. "Are you a sissy, Bill?" George asked as he gently massaged Bill's cock through the filmy material. Now it was George who was enticed -- the power, it felt oh so good.Bill gave no answer, so George kissed Bill hard on the lips, parting them and letting his tongue run over Bill's, and stroking him, milking the former best friend and lifelong confidante. "Are you a sissy, Bill?" Yes... oh, yes, Sir," Bill finally pleaded. With that hand on his panties, even if it was George's hand, Bill was now. Monica tried to yell my name, but it came out as a muffled sound from around her ball gag. Phoebe was still struggling. Then, from behind me, a man appeared. His most striking feature was a lack of hair. He was total bald. He was probably in his early forties, but without hair, it was hard to tell his age. He was wearing what appeared to be surgical pants and shirt, but they were white, rather than the light green that most hospitals use. As soon as he spoke I recognized the voice as the same.