I don't know what to say..." Master, I trust you. Do you know why?"I shook my head, still stunned by her declaration."I trust you, because I think you...love me. I know I love you."I was shaking my head, not in negation, but in amazement. "Tiffany, I can't do anything about this now. When you're eighteen, let's pick it up again. Can we do that?"She stretched up and touched her lips to mine. "Yes. For you, I can do that." There was one other thing, Tiffany. Tomorrow, I want you to apply for a. The man looked up momentarily then did a second take as if to confirm his original view, and then as they hurried his wife across to the foyer, he turned several times before disappearing into the entrance. The rush was incredible. Moments later we watched as the door to the foyer opened. The guy was returning to his car on his own, clearly now able to concentrate unhindered as he walked in our direction. Immediately my stomach tumbled as adrenalin pumped into our bodies. I whispered "Shall I". Although my first 3 sexual encounters during high school were all with guys, I was not gay, nor was I becoming gay. Not by a long shot. I guess I was naturally bi, but I was primarily interested in girls, but extremely bashful around them. I guess I was also a little paranoid of letting any of them know my so-called 'secret.' Then when I was 19, my first real girlfriend came along. Several months went by before we became sexual, and I came totally clean with my femme interests. At first she was. Aunt Rebecca went to get a laptop and Karina went upstairs. I looked at Karina’s tight ass, then at Rebecca’s tight ass; leaned wearily on the back of the sofa and put my hand on my groin. Damn, that pressure gonna kill me!Rebecca brought her laptop and put it on the coffee table, then sat down on the couch next to me. When I bent down to the laptop, I kind of accidentally ran my hand over her knee. She definitely hadn't expected this, I saw how she flinched. I honestly have no idea why I did.