"From your dull, perfect life." I whispered back."My life is NOT dull!" I never realized a person could shout in a whisper before."Isn't it?" I replie..., "I see your eyes, even now. The hunger for something more, some excitement to transport you beyond the kids' lunches, supervising servants, and social clubs full of blue-haired busybodies."Her eyes grew large and she twisted to look at me. I let her, but kept my grip on her nipple, continuing my manipulation. "How do you know so much about me?. "Dick seconded that motion. "I know what you mean.Have you guys decided what you want to do tonight?I'd like to do another night with Bruno, but I don'tthink my bottom can take more blisters. Maybe I'lljust girlie up and hit the lounge on B1."Harry said, "I may do a turn in the fetish roomtonight. Haven't decided if I want to be one of themen or the girls. I may just go as a man and have acouple girls tie me up and tease me till I'm dry."Then Dick and Harry looked at Tom. "What about you,Tom?". I began to think of how hot Ihad been, how all the women, and even the men, watched me in the gym as Ilifted weights or practiced yoga. I thought of how my male body had moved,and it began to make me horny.I released my shrunken cock from the thong and began to touch myself. Ithought of women: big-titted bimbos sucking my whore-choker until Icouldn't take any more and shoved it into their sloppy quims, spatteringtheir vaginal walls with hot, slick cum. I thought of young, fresheighteen-year old. That evening when I get home, I enjoy two Black Russians. Sitting in the kitchen enjoying the view of the snow-covered back yard my eye picks up the ticket for the dance recital attached to the frig with a small magnet. Visions of Avery and Jayden fill my mind. If nothing else, just watching those two will relieve the stress of the week, giving me something beautiful to think about. At six-thirty, I am on my way to the academy for the recital. The Lorraine School of Dance in located in an old.