ThenI caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, but all I saw was that girlagain. She was wearing a really pretty bra which held her breasts nicely,bu... she was wearing these ridiculously baggy jeans that looked like werecinched 6 inches just to fit her waist. I just slumped down on the bedstill staring at the mirror, not even noticing the tears forming in myeyes. I sat like this for several minutes when Jen came back in to checkon me.?Robbie what?s wrong?? she said as she sat next to me put her. Lola said, "It looks like you have room here for a few more. Are you looking to reduce the rent? If so, I may have some interest. Shelly would have a fit, but we have been roommates forever." No, the house is full. We have the other rooms reserved for the occasional guest from the company who owns the house." How did you find it?" The guy I work for knows the owner." It's good to know people." Yes it is." We were coming down from the top floor, and we ended up in the sitting room on my couch in. She rubbed into muscles and I was turning into putty on the bed. This is the life, I remember thinking. And as she massaged me she moved around for better positioning, sometimes climbing on top of me. She felt good straddling me, I could feel her wet and warm pussy lips against my skin when she sat on top. Then, she stood on either side of my shoulders, bent down at the waist, and began massaging my midsection and legs. Slowly, her legs began to bend, and her ass got lower, and lower, and. The first walk to the bus stop was terrible. I felt alone, vulnerable and very much looked at! As if everybody new that the path I walked was the path of a sissy-slave on his way to humiliation. The bus-driver gave me an odd look but happily it wasn't very busy in the bus. After 10 minutes the bus arrived at the train-station. I had to walk all the way through the central hall to the other site of the train station. Trying to look as confident as possible and not looking anybody in the eye I.