Something triggered in me, and I'm not exactly sure what it was. I wasfeeling like a giddish prankster, but I also had an urge to start playingaround ...ith Bill's dick.I took a good look at what he had and he really did have a great lookingcock - soft anyway. I thought it was about time that I should see if I couldget it hard. So while I listened to him tell his story,I reached over and started tickling his balls, brushing my fingers throughhis bush and lightly caressing the top of his penis.. As She continued to sit on my face, I experienced for the first time, an incredible felling of total devotion to Her, I would have done anything for Her, I wanted to be Her slave, I would gladly have sacrificed my life for Her. Just how long She remained sitting on my face I don't know, perhaps twenty minutes or more, however, as soon as the TV program had finished, She got up, and I asked Her if She had enjoyed it, "yes I did" She replied, I would never have dreamed of doing such a thing, but. My story stretches 3 yrs back when I was a teenager and a very horny one. It all started on the day when I had gone to Delhi for a chess competition on behalf of my school. It was an International championship and selected children from all over the world had come to take part.I was made to stay at the Taj Hotel in Delhi. I must add before continuing the story that I had known I was bi since I was 18 and therefore I would get a sexual urge towards both the sexes.In the Taj hotel I was made to. We lived up in the mountains and when I showed no interest in women or girls Grandma asked If I was a "Nancy Boy" looking at her with a puzzled looked I uttered "huh" she then asked me to follow her, we went into the parlor and asked the women to undress, then asked me to follow suit, I had no reaction then they put on their lingerie and I got a half a woodie, next a friend of hers came down a popular drag Queen she always wore a peacock (what else) so grandma looked at me and I had a raging.