I tried want ads (weird results), dating services (everyone lies), chat rooms (also weird… and dangerous) and finally found something called gay-for...pay.Most of these men claim to be straight but in dire need of money. Maybe, but they will do things I don’t think any straight man would do for any amount of money. At least I know I wouldn’t. It’s funny, but none of them ever self-identify as bi-sexual, as I do.After trying a variety of guys I found three I really liked, so when the urge becomes. Both Jim and I liked the fact that Stephen asked Jim for permission. “Stephen, I think Cindy would love to be tasted. But I have to warn you, she is awfully sweet down there. It is kind of addictive.”"I imagine she is,” Stephen replied as he crawled between my legs.I was impressed. Stephen had the presence of mind to answer Jim as though he had never tasted me before despite both Jim and I knowing that he had.Stephen did not slip up and say anything that would betray the fact that he and I had. “No, I’ll probably be there about seven though,” he informed me.“Well I can’t make it until seven thirty,” I said.“Fair enough, I’ll have the cameras,” he said just before he shut down the connection with no warning at all.I dressed and then made coffee. As always I wore the tan cotton fatigue pants from my old uniform. The real cop’s were blue or black. Blue was for patrolmen, black was for the tactical unit and the SWAT team.I wore a thermal tee shirt under a black sweat shirt. Over it all I. Her arms were being raised above her head with one arm while the other seemed to lift her towards the wall. Her nipples were hard the cold tile seemed to tell her. They felt hot as well. He was crushing her with his body now, in effect pinning her. Both his hands were once again holding her wrists. She could feel her breathing now as his weight strained those muscles, and she was breathing heavily. The coldness of the tiles on her front, contrasted with the very warm body holding her. This felt.