Maybe I was never attracted to women and that stint with Marty was just a psychological decoy. Suppose it's self-denial or something like that. Maybe ...'m really attracted to men and I've been lying to myself all these years. But I can't think of any men that I find physically attractive though. Except maybe Brent.If I'd been a physical woman I think we could have had a relationship. He's really entertaining and I like him a lot. That's a ludicrous thought. If I'd been a woman then he probably. As we danced I noticed that her shirttail hung down nearly to her thighs, concealing my hands, which were still around her waist. Holding her close with my left arm as we continued to dance, I slipped my right hand down inside the back of her shorts and panties and squeezed her right buttock. She stopped dead still and said “Jonathan!” out loud, almost yelling it in her shock. Fortunately the band was playing extremely loudly and anyone who heard her must have thought she was simply calling to. A lot.’ My hands slid back and forth across the tight nylon for a moment, then descended beneath the waistband into softness. I caressed Claire’s pale cheeks and pulled them up, down and sideways with my loving hands, elbowing the hose down a little more with each pass. ‘You shouldn’t start things you can’t finish. Maybe you’re still tired–ummmmunnnh!’ The little squeal of delight was expected. Claire was shy about it, but she liked having her cheeks pulled apart. I got some more squeals and. “Please Master, your slut begs you to have the pleasure of your cock in its mouth!” I pleaded.“Beg me telling me you are a slutty fuckhole!” my Master now demanded.“Please Master allow this slutty fuckhole the pleasure of your cock in its mouth!” I pleaded.He then motioned for me to open my mouth and shoved his cock into my mouth. I savored it and began to greedily suck. My Master thrusted his hips into my face now burying his cock deep into my mouth. He began to fuck my mouth hard pulling on.