Stan had actually wondered if there might be something wrong with her! She had folds of flesh that her pubic hair had masked. But laid bare, he saw ho... thick and full the fleshy lips were. And they glistened that night as he knelt closely to see her. They were wet, as if she were...aroused. In fact, he could smell the scent of her sex! He had stroked himself right there as he bent to inhale her fragrance. She had moaned and with the hand furthest from him, she had touched her pussy! In fact,. “Yes, Master, I’m gay. I’m a lesbian. I just have a knack for faking the other stuff. Deep down, where it counts, I’m exclusively attracted to women, and mainly to sweet, juicy young twat. Offer me a fine, wet, luscious pussy ... and I’d sell my soul for it, trust me! I can’t get enough cunt. Bald, bushy, I’ll take it either way!“Mistress, I swear, I’ll find ways to make you so happy that I’m your wife, believe me! I’ve always wanted to serve and pleasure ... a younger woman or two,” Trish. He stood outside of the window for a few more moments, frozen, just to be safe. "Damn that was close", he thought, "if I'm gonna do this, I better do it now." He reached down to pick up the small bag he was carrying and stealthily jogged to the back of the house. In it were some lengths of cut rope, a roll of duct tape, a riding crop, and a blindfold. He was prepared for a night of fun.He reached the patio door, and unsurprisingly he found it unlocked. "Stupid cunt." He said aloud. "You'd think. Okay, I didn't associate with any of the people there on a social basis, but I was with people who had a much more "live and let live" attitude than I had been used to at school and at break- times we would all go to the common room, get coffees or other drinks, maybe a snack and have a good laugh.We were lined up to get coffees from the machine when out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone I recognised, or thought I did. By the time I had turned round though, the person was gone and I nearly.