?But I don’t.?Mistress Susan leaves the clearing. Master Arnold and Mistress Julie follow behind her. My nipples sting for a while, but the pain sub...ides. Sometime later Master Arnold returns and unties me from the heavy ropes and stakes. I pick up the lounge and we return to the cabin. I take a shower and prepare dinner. There’s not much conversation at the table. After dinner Master Arnold and Mistress Susan retire to their room. Mistress Julie puts the bowl on the floor by the dining room. I live in Hyderabad and presently working in gulf. Have read so many stories on is and I thought of writing my story and tell you all how I became gay, then cross dresser.I was attracted to guys when I was 17 years old and have my first experience which I was going to tell, its my first story so plz avoid the little mistakes and enjoy the story. And please give your feed backs . Coming to story…..When I was 18 years old I was studying in junior college (intermediate). I used to bunk the classes. He could do folk, flamenco and, at a pinch, Country and Western, and could make a living from session work - if that work was available in quantity.Mick needed to work at something. For the past two years he'd thrown himself into shaping and guiding The Curse, playing the music and touring, and enforced idleness was unnatural. He'd been living fast and hard and the sudden stop was frightening.He'd wanted to call Donna the minute he touched down, but was worried that his expectation was going to. She then confessed that she had climaxed just watching them, especially at the end. So it was a triple celebration!He gently withdrew his softening manhood from Cathy’s leaking pussy and rolled onto his back. Her disappointment was visibly noticeable as she was savouring every moment of their special connection.He beckoned to Jacky to come and squat over his face.She willingly parted her pouting lips and revealed an erect clit the size of a miniature penis right before his eyes.His energy.