Obviously no one had a clue what it was since it had been set aside by others who'd been looking for something else. I grabbed it and went to my rock'... location, unfolding the stool when I got there and parking my big ass.This feat earned me an audience with Taachachi right away. She asked about the folding chair and I explained that it was for exactly what it was doing now - holding up my big ass."Can anyone have one to hold up their ass?" she asked, and she was serious.My first answer had. They owed her something. What would be fair? We kicked this around for awhile and then I had everyone write down a number on a piece of paper. I had Myra name her figure first and then Tammy, I and last Allison revealed their numbers. We discarded the highest figure (Tammy’s) and the lowest figure (Allison had written only $1 – God I love that woman!). We split the difference down the middle and it was still a frightening sum of money. We then agreed that the entire remainder would go to. She looked down at my cock.“Nice cock, by the way. Not the biggest I’ve had, but I do like the shaved business. More guys oughta do that.”Bridget smiled and gave it a pat.“Well, I gotta go, hon,” she said as she opened the door. “Maybe I’ll see you around.”“Bye, Bridget,” was all I managed to say.Pathetic, I know, but what else was there to say?The door closed, and I stood there staring at it for a while. The whole thing was so surreal and unexpected I didn’t know what to think. The booze sat. So too did the pansy, after a bit at least. At firstthe little thing was apprehensive being around another man. Stillsomewhat new I guess. Or perhaps he'd just kept her all to himself. Thelittle trollop got over that quickly though. Especially at her master'sdirection. Soon she'd peeled me out of my leather jockstrap and waswrapping those glossed lips around my cock. This little sissy couldreally give good head!I looked down at her, all pink lace and chiffon, hair all done up, facelooking like.