And we need to work out how best those needs can be met.''How – how do you mean?' I asked.'Well, for example, your need for chastity, and your need ...o be – cuckolded – isn't that the right word? Isn't that what I'm doing by sleeping with Paul?'I gulped and, after hesitating slightly, nodded.'And I presume you want that to continue?' Emma asked. 'Not that, to be honest, you really have a choice about it any more.''I – I don't?' I asked.'Not really. I mean, you have quite clearly been asking for. Geez, that’s a lot of guys. They’re all from St. Veronica’s?” “Yeah, a lot of younger guys, freshmen and sophomores.” “Listen—while I’m there, no beer. I mean it. No beer. You can have it out in the car or whatever, but not while I’m in the house. No joke.” “Oh—all right. I guess we can do that.” “Underage drinking?” asked Monica. “You have a problem with that?” “Well, it’s illegal for one thing. I’m 18. I’m a legal adult, so I can dance. But I can’t drink and neither can you.” “Okay, I’ll tell. During that time, I had masterminded my plan to fuck her and delibrately lay on the bed with towel and untied it. I had also closed my eyes pretending that I am sleepy due to long drive and excessive sweating.When she came out of bathroom, she was shell shocked as I was sleeping on the bed with my towel haywire and my 8″ rod full on. She had not uttered a single word for some time and then called me that I had my towel in a haywire condition. I opened my eyes and looked at her. I could sense. It was impossible for me to meet women and I had hoped that I might be picked up by one of the men so that I might experience sex with someone.While sipping my second glass of wine, the bartender came up to me with another glass of wine and told me it was compliments of the gentleman in the corner booth. He hoped I would join him. Being extremely nervous I almost said no, but changed my mind. I walked over to him and he asked me to sit. I am so sure he could see how nervous I was and he smiled.