At least he might get a little more enjoyment out of life while he could still appreciate it. ‘That’s it,’ he thought, ‘When I get back from t...is damn conference, I’m planning a vacation . . . a long vacation.’ How long? As he pondered this, he missed the next exit. ‘Dammit.’ A new thought came to him: what if he didn’t stop? What if he didn’t attend the conference at all? Would it really hurt his career to skip it? Did that even matter to him anymore? He would have to give some excuse to his. Would know who it was.I made sure that the image was clear of anything that looked like a video playing and pressed the buttons to cause a screen capture. There is another way to do that, but I don’t know how to do it. When I checked the captured image, it looked like I had just taken a selfie and “accidentally” caught Denise in the doorway. I posted it and waited for people to notice.I didn’t expect it to go viral. I really didn’t. But the image got posted all over as a meme with the caption,. No one in my gym back home would be this direct. He still had his hand of my leg, but now it was on my thigh.Just for a laugh, I decided to push the envelope and blurted out, “Shouldn’t you be on your knees?” My heart skipped a beat. I wasn’t sure what would happen next. There was a long pause and then the man said, “Yes, you’re right, sorry.” He assumed a position between knees. This was very new to me. I’d never spoken to anyone like this before, but I continued.I abruptly asked, “What are. {For some reason, when I'm with another man I get submissive.....not femme....just submissive} We moved from the swing to bench that was by a fire ring and he sat down. I straddled his hips and leaned down and started kissing him. {yes....we had discussed these things on the phone......and no......I have no problem kissing another man}. As we kissed I felt his hands on my outer thighs and then on my ass. He was massaging my ass and I could feel his cock getting hard. I moved to my knees.