He was the first guy to fuck me. Up to that point, my homosexuality had been limited to sucking and being sucked.I graduated Notre Dame Summa Cum Laud... with a teaching degree. I got my first teaching job at a girl’s college (name withheld for privacy reasons). I teach English Literature.My appearance gave no clues to my homosexuality. On the surface, I appeared as an attractive straight man. And I tried to act accordingly.I must have been doing a great job of appearing straight because. You won't be able to resist, will you? You cannot resist your body, and you must not resist me. You have so little control over things, Brenda. How does that make you feel?" It's sort of like being in my room," she answered quietly. I have no control there, and I love it. I think that not having any control when I'm with you might be... nice." She said no more, and eventually, I made her leave her "soul" and climb back to her room above.In another minute, she was fully awake.I stood and helped. "I'll hold these for now," I said carefully to her husband's back, "and later I can show you where the parking space is." Hey, I give good service, but I'm the owner, not the bellhop. If Mr. Insecure is going to drive his own car he can damn well park it.Raquel chuckled a little and her husband's ears turned bright red, but he said nothing. Just opened the door and went in, letting it close behind him. She slipped around me -- it was a tight squeeze with bushes on either side of the narrow. She thanked him for sticking his finger 'up there' and he grinned, knowing where this discovery would lead him. Pausing, he reached into the drawer on the night table and pulled out the small anal plug he'd tried many times to use on his wife when he was trying to convince her to let him in her ass. "What's that?" she asked curiously"Shhhh," he said giving her the 'shut the fuck up, I make the rules here' look and placing the object near her rear. "Wha..." she started to ask again when he put.