I reached down and rubbed my cock that was already hard. I decided to leave before Greg got back. I turned to go, but Greg was already there."Sorry, I...didn't mean to invade your privacy," I apologized."No, it's okay. I guess I should explain," Greg said as he walked into the room."You don't need to at all," I told him."No, I do," he explained, "I wanted to find out more about you, to try to understand better."Greg continued. "The more I looked and read, the more I was fascinated and turned. When the factory my Dad worked in closed, so did his employment opportunities. We lived on his separation pay and what little work he could find. One of is part time jobs was the overnight cleaning of a local bar. I guess that job was his downfall. He started drinking. At first it was just a beer before starting his overnight. It progressed to hanging around in the morning for an ‘eye opener’. Finally he spent all his waking hours in the bar drinking. We soon lost the house, but the bar owner. " Oh really? I know where that is. There are some amazing houses in that community," she said earnestly complimenting him. She didn't want to admit that her firm had designed a few of the homes in his gated community. "I'm glad that you won't be going too far out of your way for me then." I wouldn't mind even if I was. I know how boring those parties can be." Yes, but it was important to David." I see," he replied sounding bothered by the mere mention of her fiancé's name.She knew that the. I’d successfully managed to keep Mom and Dad from seeing it. Hell, I hadn’t even let Billy see it yet. Nope. Besides me and the tattoo guy the only person who’d seen my little sign of rebellion was Uncle Mitch. The guy holding the leash attached to the collar around my neck. The guy with the swollen dick poking out of his grey pants while he started at my bare ass. Omigod omigod omigod. I swallowed hard. I didn’t know what I wanted worse. Him to touch me. Or him to leave me alone. I was gonna.