Since then, although I still dig chicks, and have no interest in other guys, I find it hard to resist whatever kinky shit Rob comes up with - the more...emasculating, the harder it seems to make me. I don't know how long we can keep it up before someone else finds out. I guess for a while I thought we were casual fuckbuddies - literally two guys just getting each other off - but then it was always Rob getting off on me, or in my mouth, anyway, it quickly became clear that Rob called the shots. . They call it un froid sec, ‘a dry cold’ up in Quebec. They say it’s not as bad as could be. I say they’re plein de merde.I was half-frozen before I took two steps outside, and still that didn’t stop me from passing by the entrance twice before getting up the nerve to go inside. The gallery was more intimidating than I’m expected. From the sidewalk, I could hear talk women laughing, and the muffled oomp of what sounded like a sacrilegious mash-up of a Nina Simone song. This is going to be. During the week he was home all day. He was homeschooled. Every tuesday, he had a guitar lesson. He was a skilled bassist, but had plenty of room to improve.Kaitlin, nicknamed Kat, was beautiful. At 15, she stood 5'4", and weighed about 125, same as Kyle. Her bra was size 34C, and she wore size 16 jeans. Her virginity had been taken by a friend who left her for another girl, and both her and Kyle hate.Now that you've read about the three, let's begin.Kyle was lounging on the couch in the living. I got dressed and cleaned up and before I left Mr. Davis said to me “You are the best slut we’ve ever had…here.” And they handed me an envelope. “Consider it a tip.” He said and I replied “thank you” then slowly left. It wasn’t until I got in the car that I opened it up and saw 10 crisp $100 bills. Wow! I loved getting these men’s money more and more, there were some nice clothes I could get with this, something really sexy…ThursdayMy Thursday morning Skype session was short. Hubby told me.