That would be easy - easier than in weeks past. Normally, when I threw myself into a scientific conundrum, I became totally focused, emotionally dista...t, and asexual. But not today. Twinges of male lust began to intrude on my concentration. I adjusted my pants for the umpteenth time from an unusually hard cock rebelling against my pants. I'd give these randy little minxes what they needed - and myself some relief.Grumbling, I arose from my computer and went to their plexiglass enclosure; there. Blake continued his descent, his lips barely grazing my skin. His lips trailed down my pelvis and over my pubic bone, before coming to rest just above my clit. My body shuddered in anticipation. I waited for him to bury his face into me, give me the release I needed. Instead, he planted a soft kiss on my clit. Although it was not what I wanted, the sensation caused me to moan and my breath to quicken. Blake gazed into my eyes, gauging my reaction, before kissing the same place again. I moaned. I feel free to enjoy myself and I Intend to indulge it. I don’t wish particularly to be involved with the standard gay scene and will quite happily visit the capital to re-immerse myself on the fetish scene. However, I do not wish to be the lonely single man so oft seen at such events and royally fleeced for the privilege of being allowed to attend such events. Thankfully I have the budget to ‘hire’ a glamorous escort, all being well if ‘she’ was a convincing “shemale.” All the better. If a. ‘I know who I am and I don’t wish to be that person,’ he replied sadly.‘Why? Are you a bad person? I don’t believe that you are. I have never felt that in you,’ she replied.Trae sighed and hugged her and the cuttails who seemed to have joined him in a field of flowers beside a stream that he had placed himself in. He knew the place was one of his favourites in his valley and he felt he had conjured it for its peacefulness.‘No, I don’t regret anything I have done. I regret that I know who I am.