Those in a group of two or more tended to notice and snicker, or even say something like "Nice legs faggot", or "Put some pants on!" But by the time D...ve got to where he wanted to cross Halsted, he was starting to relax a bit.He stopped for the light to turn green, and stood at the curb facing the street when all of a sudden he felt a strong rough hand grab his ass! He looked back and two tall black men were directly behind him. One had his hand very roughly attached to his bare right ass. They did not do what they did for money, but rather to provide for a chosen few, sexual — let’s call them adventures, which fulfill every fantasy and wish a person could have.”“And you...”“Yes. They saw something in me which they wished to nurture and develop. Over a period of time they provided experiences I had never even dreamed about. They became my guides.”“But, how... ?”“They began slowly at first, simply trysts with them and then with other knowledgable and experienced members. But with. I sometimes make him dress up for me. I make him wear his red lace panties and his pretty soft red panty hose. I have a special dress that I allow him to wear for special occasions. Tonight will be a special night. I tell him how to dress and then I change into my long flowing black silk robe. I sit at my vanity table brushing my long red hair while I patiently wait for my bitch to come to me. I hear him enter my room and I slowly turn on my chair to see him in all his glory. Mmmmm he is. Above, the blouse was short-sleeved, open-necked, thin, and red - and it stood out over two sharp points, despite the hint of black lace visible at her neckline. Alan was frankly amazed - she looked a whole lot less dowdy than he remembered. "Hi."Pamela was equally reserved, out of her various fears. What was his position, going in? And what did he think of the 'new' Pamela? "Hi."Margot looked on, amused. THEY might not know what they were up to, but SHE did. "Ready?"Alan glanced up from his.