When I go in tomorrow, theytold me they'd have the account ready for me. I'll get the number foryou then."All Stanley could do was hope his father was...convinced. He tried tosound as sincere as he could.Cameron then nodded, much to his son's relief. "Okay. I wish you hadheld on to the money, though." Well, they wanted to prove that they could be trusted," Stanleyreasoned.Cameron nodded. "We'll see what kind of people we're placing our trustin when I drive you down there tomorrow. You do remember. Andthen you're reminded that of all the things you hate, of all the dailyembarrassments and degradation you suffer through, you're especiallyashamed of just how damned HARD it makes you. All throughout your hissyfit tantrum, your sissy clit has been straining in your tiny, tight metalcock cage- a constant reminder that your fetishes and perversions wereyour downfall. If only you were born NORMAL, right?And with out so much as a touch, that thought alone causes months worthof sissy juice to. He didn't take long to assess the situation and said "well...", moving his hand to his erection. I raised an eyebrow first, but then three thoughts came to my mind: (a) I didn't have sex for 3 weeks now, (b) his shaft really looks quite nice, and (c) by doing a friend of my ex I can get back at him. So, I gave in and told him "okay". First, his eyes widened in surprise, but then he got a big smile on his face. As he grabbed his shaft tight, I brushed the swimsuit holders off of my shoulders and. None of them really appealed to me or Holly, so we wanted to split. My friend Jessica was picking up a guy and didn't want to leave. I told Holly, I would take her home. We rode together and we were talking about sex and guys, and she said to me, that she hated when guys wanted her to give a blow job but never wanted to lick her pussy. I laughed and said I had the same experience. She told me she was bisexual and had been with women before. I was surprised and kind of turned on. We got to her.