I wonder if the nipples are pierced. ‘No shit. She’s wearing a bra now. And a stick up her ass. Did she walk around with a book on her head as a l...ttle girl. Seriously, who the fuck is she? ‘Yeah, fine. She wants to pay for a round, her money spends. It ain’t buyin’ nothin’ else. I ain’t that easy and I sure the fuck ain’t that cheap.’ I was beginning to like this girl. Roni signaled me to come over. Instead of going straight, I went to the bar and laid a hundred down. I told the barkeep I. I bounce with excitement and ask what kinds of games. He tells me they are submissive games, Pin the Tail on the Subbie, Naked Jenga, Pass the Clothespin, and many others. My mind is reeling with what they all are about.We sit at a table in front and are served drinks from a submissive serving girl. Her tray is hung from her pierced nipples. She whimpers as we take our drinks. Daddy catches me eyeing her nipples and tweaks mine. An electric shock heads straight to my clitty.“Do you like those. We both had to sign forthe selling of the old and the purchase of the new property. It was arather traumatic experience, because I appeared dressed as a female andsigned with my old name for legal reasons. My wife explained to thesolicitors that I was testing my 'other side'. They didn't seem to mind;after all they were getting quite lucrative fees for those transactions.In the other hand I was reassured that I was by 50% the owner of the newproperty as well. Mrs. Manley was unscrupulously. I work in the Archives Room and I catalog things. It’s good work. Brings in sixty five grand a year after taxes, which isn’t bad. I like my job. It’s boring but excitement isn’t what I’m looking for these days. When most people look at me, they see a six-foot-tall, slender black man in his early forties. I wear horn-rimmed glasses because I must. It’s not a fashion statement. I don’t care if they make me look like a librarian because that’s a that’s exactly what I am. A tall black man in a dark.