Kimberly drove to the spa to find that it didn’t open until 10. Mortified was also shut. She went to another Starbucks to wait and try and suppress ...econd thoughts. She tried to think about the night before with Adam but all she could think about was how it was going to feel to have her hair ripped out by the roots. Did she really have to do this? Couldn’t she just shave? There was nobody behind the counter when Kimberly entered the spa. Just as she had decided that the place was deserted and. . . ready to be touched . . . like yours are.” He returned my implied invitation to gander at my chickpea, with a gambit to cop. It turned me on, I felt my body responding to his tentative advances, like a kid again, ready to make out on the couch.“Could I, Maggie?”“What?” I was brought out of my romantic erotic reverie.“Can I see you breasts, see your nipples erect? Open your blouse and let me see your…please, Maggie!”Still in a dream-like state, I re-opened my top to display. We are still not ready to accept lgbtqa+ as a country. That’s the sad truth.After this, I was interested in Sumit’s sex life. I made sure to ask for every detail. He started from the 20-year-old gym friend who took his virginity, his college experiences, and the unexpected gays he encountered.He also told me about his gym mates, and the worst masochist in the world, Roy, and his Dom wife, the only female Sumit slept with. The stories were getting more interesting, and my cock was getting. I slither to the floor, my whole body this exhausted mess. It feels like my bones are made of silk. He grins down at me again, huge cock still hanging out. Reaches down. Grabs my hair and drags me into a sitting position. He wipes his cock off on my face, and then lets go to put himself away and pull up his jeans.It takes all I have not to collapse again. The VIP area’s full of grinning, laughing, cheering men.With camera phones. All of them on me.I want to tell you that my guts filled with.