I would tell her and they would lock me away. I would never see my daughter or my lovers again. I would forever be locked inside my own mind trying to...figure out which life I’d lived. Janna chuckled.“Do you think we are locked in the nineteenth century? I don’t know how these myths persist. There are two circumstances under which a person can be institutionalized, as you put it. The first is voluntary. Oh, there might be interventions and confrontations that lead to it, but most people who. He places his hand across my mough and gently shakes his head. He reaches to his weekend bag, and pulls out a gag. He fits it to my mouth. I can taste the rubber on my tongue, and I twitch it over the insert of the gag. I keep watching his eyes.He puts his legs out straight and pulls a few cusions over his lap. He motions for me to lie across his lap, on top of the cushions. He positions me, so my breasts are higher than the rest of my body. I can feel the warmth of my juices now. He unbuttons. She openly dated Filipino and black men and didn't care what I said. She told me if I didn't like it I could get the fuck out. She brought men to our apartment and entertained them right in front of me. If they asked about who I was, Lynne would laugh and tell them I was her gay roommate.I had to watch my wife, wearing a see through negligee, and high heels, on the sofa with some masculine hunk, kissing and making love. Sometimes they'd be uncomfortable with me there, and they'd tell me to get. My mother came to pick me up to come home on a Friday night for a weekend visit. Her girl friend who I had not met before joined us on the drive home. I drove for the eight hour trip. My mother was in the back seat while her girlfriend sat with me in the front seat. After about three hours into the trip, Julie(not her real name) slid across the seat next to me and started rubbing my cock through my jeans. I was nervous about this with mother in the back seat. Julie told me not to worry as my.