Yeah she was a good looking girl. “Hi,” she shouted into my ear over the loud beats of music. “Hey yourself” “When you going to start dancin... lad?” “I was about to ask you the same thing.” She laughed and playfully punched me in the arm, always a good sign. “Aw come and dance.” I held up my drink. “Maybe later, maybe I will bump into you out there if you’re lucky.” She grinned “You do that.” I tilted my head to the side and smiled back. As she rejoined her friends, I wondered if I should bump. She didn’t feel that would be a problem as I enjoy pleasuring more than being pleasured I told her I would like to be a bottom for the right man. We sat down and made a list of what I was looking for the man had to be my age or older I was looking for someone with a hairy body average build I like uncut cocks. She suggested we ran an ad on a gay dating site so we took a few photos put in the ad together and submitted it. I started getting responses relatively quickly most of them I wasn’t. Her left arm was hanging limply, her motionless fingers almost touching the floor. She was obviously sleeping. He sat on the chair, hoping that it would not creak. It didn’t. His mind was in turmoil and he tried to direct his thoughts away from the injured woman. Unsuccessfully. He could not stop thinking about her. Looking at her while she was sleeping felt strangely awkward. It was as if he was intruding on something very private. Her right foot was small but fleshy, as if it had no bones.. The irony was maybe lost on Ashley of the boy buoying himself up withmanly pride whilst sat at a vanity table in pretty little lemon yellowpanties and bra. Feeling rebellious for the simple act of not fixing hispretty lipstick and mascara, or tending to his carefully coiffured andpampered hair.Whatever, Ashley did feel stronger. He did feel more Ashley than soppyMissy, he did feel more "he" than girly "she."Eventually he heard the click of heels approaching the bedroom door. Hefeigned.