I’d go to rock gigs with him, I’d be the big guy and lug amplifiers around and I’d get in for free as a roadie, and there were always chicks at ...he shows. Many of these experiences were at the Valley Dale Ballroom near Columbus. This was a popular spot on the near North East side, it had been a big band ballroom a generation before. The place hosted the local battle of the bands, and little known touring acts trying to get ahead in the music business would do quickie appearances there. The. It was over before it had begun. The two men made ahasty retreat to the bar.She then pulled up Jim's slacks, done up the side zip, got some toiletpaper and wiped his nose and without a word been spoken led him out ofthe gents and along the now silent bar out the front door and home. Jimwas grateful but completely humiliated. Molly was feeling very proud ofherself.Molly now dressed completely in women's clothing, and despite Ann gettingrid of all Jessie's male clothing and now always in. While the Brunette guard was putting on the gloves, the blond stood behind me. She grabbed my hips and rubbed my naked ass against her uniform. The blond guard started to sing a little song. I remember the chorus was “You are my bitch, my little bitch.” I would like to be her bitch.“Dismount,” the brunette guard commanded, “You will get your turn.” The brunette guard went behind me and put her fingers up my ass. She seemed to be taking the longest time before she pulled out her finger. I have. As we grew up we still kept in touch, I was even his best man at his wedding when he married the lovely Sophie Roberts five years ago. He is now twenty six and I am eighteen.Anyway, this story is not about Adam, it's about his wife Sophie. Last week Adam and Sophie, and their daughter Emma, came around my parent's house where I live, for dinner. I said hello, but being busy with exams, talked for a little bit and then excused myself to go study. About an hour later Sophie came upstairs to put.