So Iunhappily went along with it. She took me to a salon that catered toboth genders and I had to sit there while my locks were trimmed slightlyand c...t so they would fall over my forehead. I went from a side part toa center one. There were also blond streaks put into my natural brunettecolor. It was unnerving to see myself like that, but as submissive as Ihad become by then, I accepted it meekly.Then came my new clothes. There were tight tops and padded bras, alongwith some cheap jewelry. . Not two minutes later, the doorbell rang, and Derrick looked like had just been playing basketball again. He was transpiring, carrying a red gym bag. k**s must not like to use the showers at the Rec center I thought, for his body odor was not unpleasant, but definitely a bit musky.As soon as I had invited Derrick inside, he dropped his gym bag, and started bombarding me with questions.He said that in one story, Timothy was sucked-off by an older man. He continued that he had sometimes looked at. “Let me show you something.” Lorraine looked at Alice as she lay by her side. “You might have seen one of these before…” She reached across and opened a cabinet draw. She took out a large black dildo and shown it to her. Alice opened her eyes, still recovering from the contented feelings that washed through her sensorium, and gazed at the monster. She leaned up on her elbows as Lorraine touched her breasts with it. “Ever seen such a beautiful monster like this before?”It was atleast thirty. I had not reached the age of seventeen yet, when a Mrs. Robinson type, deflowered me and took away my virginity and innocence. Her name was Mrs. Henrietta Marley. I not only got my first pussy from this high tone lady, but, my first blow job, as well. I was blown away by the experience and vowed she would not be my last. I wanted to become a gigolo and fuck as many of these high society bitches as possible.All I could think of back in school was how much I enjoyed fucking Henrietta, and I would.