That Saturday I had to work all day so he cleaned the house. I gave him 5 cigarettes and told him no drinking until I got home. When I came home I was...surprised at how well he had done cleaning. He said it took him over 6 hours to clean. All the clothes were put away and everything just had a clean feel to it. Quite honestly he had done a better job than what I would do. His height made it easy for him to clean ceiling fans,above doors, our mirrors, stuff I would use a chair to do.At the first. It was a little surreal to talk about selling a person in this day and age--in America, anyway--but that is what, in effect, had happened to sissy. She’d been sold to Daddy.Sissy was having a hard time understanding--and accepting--this part of the story, but it was important that she did and Paul was going to make certain for sissy’s own good that she did; after all, what were Daddys for?So Paul spelled it out for sissy simple as a-b-c. How, as an HIV-positive gay man with a penchant for. I have had sex with her a few times outside of her car, but she is always too concerned with getting caught, which is why we’re always in her car. I suggested that we rent a motel room for the weekend and spice things up in there, but she doesn’t find that a fitting location for us. She says that I’m special to her and that she wouldn’t have us go to a motel for sex. I admire the attempt at romance, but that excuse didn’t seem right with me. I won’t complain, I just enjoy being around Linda. . Her name is Judith, pretty face, thick long black hair and a really cute butt. Best of all, she was real easy to talk to. It wasn't long before the conversation got around to boyfriends and we wound up somehow, admitting we were both bi, now, I liked that idea, she turned me on, I just wanted to bury my face in her hair and smell her and kiss her neck, oops, a little sidetracked there, sorry.Since we were enjoying each other's company, we, meaning me, slid towards each other at the picnic.