"I like the idea of doing that", I whispered, continuing our conversation about Jodie, "I like the idea I don't know who fucks me, I don't want to kno..., not see who it is, just feel his sperm rush into me", my voice tailed off, as Joanne breather and heaved her cumming on my thigh and between my two fingers. We always lay in her squirt whenever she came to me to be frigged off, but we never minded, I loved my friend and she me, we always promised to remain like this for the rest of our lives,. An hour later, at home, Percy, naked, stepped into his bathroom's showerstall. Beneath the steaming needles of water, he soaped his body,luxuriating in the feel of the hot, hammering water. As it sluiced downhis chest and belly, over his cock and balls, along his thighs andcalves, coursing over his back and following the curves of his buttocks,he felt as if the water were somehow washing away the stupidity and theignorance of the general public. The water seemed to carry away withit, down. Sometimes, I also was forgetting that I am in a fight with a young boy. I thought of rather enjoying it but suddenly I came to senses, ohh no, Suneeta you can’t be sex slave of a boy of eighteen come on, I said to myself with a desperate effort, I try to pull him towards me and after lot of effort I found my right hand thru his underarm while he was still fingering and taunting, the first drop of my juices coming out, I with all my strength, pull him to me by hugging him with my right hand once. Then he died in a terrible car crash. His wife as well. I was devastated and felt all alone. I had other friends, but Mark was special in that we had a secret.But, I kept going to Bruce even though I was no longer active sexually.One day, Bruce asked me if I was gay."I mean to say," he stammered quickly, "that you're one of my few male clients and I know that the others are sex workers. You don't really fit the bill of a sex worker, so I'm just wondering why you're getting regular waxing."I.