"Well, hell, your wages are a lot less than I'd pay a therapist to listen to my problems. You're on!" At my house, I fired up the stove and had a pot ...f Earl Grey going in a minute. Mom always kept the house well stocked with food and some fancy cookies and crackers made a nice touch. I poured our tea and prepared to listen. Listen I did, the man poured out his worries, hopes, dreams, and then some. He'd been on the edge for some time, and I was glad someone, anyone had been there before he'd. At some level I was very much awarethat I was a man in panties being ordered around by another man. But Ipushed that knowledge back into another corner of my head. When all wassaid and done, this is something I had always dreamed about. I wanted to beErica for this man. I wanted him to treat me as his slut. And . . ."I want to suck on it. To show my gratitude." Almost trance-like, I crawledto it. It was thick, veined and black. My mouth was already watering."You should be grateful, slut." He. Raj saw me speaking something in Sudhir’s ears and said, “Rekha, this is not fair. You need to tell me what you two are talking. I was too shy to tell him. I blushed and looked at Sudhir and nodded to him. Sudhir said, “Rekha says, she has some twitching sensations inside her body here and Sudhir pointed out to my pussy. Raj asked Sudhir, “May I help her to enjoy it more? Sudhir replied, “You do not need to ask. You and I together will enjoy her. Today we are her two husbands. She is our joint. I quickly check my body thinking this was my blood, that I'd hurt myself somehow. Then I remember that man. ‘Wait’ I said to myself, ‘I was just dreaming, I had to be.’ But I hurt, I still feel where the man had sex with me. A man I had never seen before, “What the fuck" I say out loud to myself. Something wasn’t right, I reached up and touched the skin on my face, it felt tight and cracked beneath my finger as I talked to myself. I look down. I gasp, my eyes go wide. I see blood, a lot of.