“Go on.”“Laurie’s right. I AM horny. But that’s not my problem… it’s WHO I’m having these feelings about that bothers me.”“Who?”...Laurie asked. “Barry in Science class?”Elizabeth glared at her. “Yuck. NO.””Kurt from English?” “Seriously?”Stacey leaned in close to Beth. “If you don’t tell us who, she’s just going to go through the whole student directory.”“He… he’s not a student.”“A teacher?” Rebecca asked with wide eyes. “Like Mr. Parker?”“Oooo… You LIKE Mr. Parker?” Laurie asked Rebecca,. He stepped up to me, and reaching up he held my face between his hands. It was a move so unexpected I was stunned into submission. Looking directly into my eyes he forcefully stated, "I own your ass now. See this USB stick I've got here? I've got our video chat recorded." Who the fuck cares," I whimpered, my mind racing to the possibilities as to what this interaction could mean."I think you care," he arrogantly answered my rhetorical question. "I know you love Matt and you don't want to hurt. ”“I’ll try. Charlie. OK. That wasn’t too bad. Charlie, I’ll have some soup and a grilled sandwich for you in a few minutes. Why don’t you go and wash your face and come on back? I’ll have something for you to drink, and you can keep me company while I finish your dinner. I meant to make you one a bit ago, but I was too busy crying on your shoulder to get that done. I’m sorry, but your shirt is a bit wet.”“Not a problem. Not today. Not ever, as a matter of fact. Back in a bit.” I went up and. This was one thing that I never talked to Ron about…ever. Having his baby, yes, having one with Bill, no.One nice warm night, after at least an hour of very good foreplay and sex, while lying on the blankets in his arms, I told him, “If it can be done…if you don’t mind…I’d love to ‘dress’ and have a birthday gang bang.”We talked about it for a while. I could come up with the clothes (with just a little shopping), he thought he could cum up with at least five or six guys that would want to take.