" But—" I know. It was blank. Laura explained. She was gone for an hour after she left the envelope. That was the worst hour of my life." I'm sorry.... Don't be. That hour told me what I couldn't tell myself. It told me what I needed to know. I read it all once I understood. It's very clever, but what matters most to me is being with you. You don't have to fuck me, fucking's easy, anyone can do it. You being you, me being with you, that's what I want." I don't want to disappoint you." You won't.. I guess partly I hoped itwould never actually come to having Wendy's new husband check for himselfto see that I was no longer a man, to confirm with his own eyes thepitiful remains of my "manhood," the mark of my emasculation...I waswrong, of course, it did come to that, but that's a story for anothertime. What really drove me to accept her terms, however, wasn't just the hopethat I could avoid the more unpleasant of their ramifications, but therewards of her friendship. Yes, I wanted more. Tells me. Start dancing bitch. Kinda startled Diane. I start to dance for him and she's clicking away. Showtime now baby he tells me. He instructs me to get on my knees in front of him. Promptly, blindfolds me. He asked Diane if she wanted to stay. She says; "I'm not leaving now. I want to see my work put to use!"We did the usual. I sucked him off. But, in addition to him commanding me to suck his dick. Diane is talking smack to me too. Suck that dick Marcie. You bitch. Keep going. Startlingly,. I told her that from what I had seen when she was trying on bikinis she had nothing to be embarrassed about. She blushed and said she thought her breasts were too small being that her bra size was only 32B. I smiled and said that I had heard small breasts were more sensitive and guys like that. I told her if it would help her feel more comfortable she could model her bikinis first then if she still felt comfortable we could take the nude photos.She agreed and I set up my camera lights and.