And he told you about me." Yes. He didn't know. He thought I knew, and that would only be natural, uh?" Yeah, whatever, Lucy." Hey. Roger. Look at me....I love you. I was confused, I was insecure, and I did it. And I don't regret it." No?" Oh, no, baby. I loved it. You know what I'm talking about, Roger, you know Larry. He's fantastic. I love you, I love fucking you, but... I would like to have sex with other men, too. I know it's not the same, I know men can give you something that I can't,. And how about you, Mr. Over-achiever?"He laughed aloud. "What do you mean by that?" Can you just show me what are you wearing behind that trench coat?"Teri said as she applied a transparent cream to her face.Tim peeked inside his coat and grinned. "You'll see later. I wear thisbecause I don't want unnecessary attention from people on the road. It'senough that guys already noticed your tits. And remember those old womenat the gas station? I'll bet they also wonder why you dress in thattacky. He kept pushing it in my mouth. I was living it all. After five minutes he lifted me on my feet. Still holding my hands above my head. I was his slave.He saw that in my eyes and kissed me . Then there was a sudden charge of energy in him. He turned me facing away from him and let his huge penis into my rear. It had little trouble accepting it coz it was bigger then zahns. I was very guilty but i kept going. He came slow,but in no time i was rocking like a to a fro pendulum. I wanted to scream. Plus, Josie wouldget her hair and makeup done at the same time, and Peter had alreadytaken the liberty of booking me in for that too, so I could get the sametreatment, although since I'm still a wig-wearer that part of the servicecould be ignored. I assured him that my thoughts are very much towardsgrowing my own hair out, and soon enough dispensing of wigs.Then I rationalized that having wigs would be fun anyway, at certaintimes, depending on how I felt at any given moment.He'd pick me up at.