Elizabeth: But you wear pantyhose.Jamie: They're clothes. That doesn't mean I'm gay.Elizabeth: I'm sorry. I just assumed you were.Jamie: I'll talk to ...ou later.Elizabeth: byeI shut down the chat window and then shut down the computer. I wanted tocry and smash something at the same time. I felt sick. Did Megan think Iwas gay too? Even my mother had asked if I was gay. Women wear jeans andt-shirts. I don't ask them if they're gay. I went to my room and lay facedown on the bed. I thought about. He arrived that afternoon and stopped by to see the girls. My wife was at work.but Suk said he could spend the night at her place and save the expense of a motel room. Besides, it would give them a chance to have one more night of sex. Suk called my wife and told her he was in town and ask if she wanted to spend the night as well. Since the guy had moved the girls were down to just me and I did my damndest to take care of them. Of course being bi they also took care of each other, My wie. She was lost in a sexualdaze, letting the pumping and dildo arouse her, driving her mad with the needto make it, when she saw a drop of clear liquid form on the tip of her rightnipple. As she watched, it slowly dropped of the nipple to be replaced withanother drop that was slightly more opaque. This too dripped of, this timeit was replaced with a clearly milk coloured drop. Checking her left breastshe saw that it too was starting to drip. Returning to her right one, she watched in amazement. I knew that I was carried at one point, and that I had been lain upon something. There were vague sensations and sounds that floated into my mind, but floated out just as easily. Then, Mistress's voice had penetrated through the fog."Open your eyes, Eve." I was still deeply entranced, but my eyes slowly, weakly slid open and immediately locked onto the pendant that hung there."Good girl, Eve. Look at the pendant. Feel it trap your gaze – you know that you cannot look away. The pendant is.