Something happened last night. I think I’m gay.”I looked at her for a sign that she was putting me on. She was dead serious. “I have slept in...the same bed with you every week for at least ten years. You never so much as tried to kiss me. I said, flabbergasted. “How can you be gay?”“That doesn’t mean I don’t want to.” She replied.“Shell why do you all of a sudden think you are gay?” I asked. “Last night,” She started then taking a deep breath said, “I found this book.” She picked up the. It was the best partyof all the parties I had been too. I walked out with over threethousand dollars.The next two weeks were my last two weeks at the club. I enjoyedtalking to everyone and saying goodbye to my regulars. Finally it was the last week. All week long my regular customers andclients came in to say goodbye and give me a final kiss. I was in tearsall week. Friday night I was called up to the stage and given presentsand flowers. I thanked everyone for being so nice to me over the. I stared at the shorts while Julie stood silent, her thigh gap giving a clear view of her tight cameltoe.She then pulled out a pair of panties for her to change into, they were a bit tatty so could understand why she would want her to change, she held them to her belly again giving me the sight of both Ashleigh’s panties and her tight crotch, my cock felt like it was bursting.“What do you think Frank?” she said as she put the items back in the bag, “She will be more comfortable cleaning in. I am aware that the people of the United States of America consider themselves far superior to all other races, especially ignorant sand dwellers such as we, and I know that performing obeisance to a foreign head of state in his own throne room is far beneath the dignity of any one of you, but I would have thought that a small bow as I enter the room would not be regarded as anything more than polite acknowledgement of my status."Sharon's heart sank; something was wrong, very wrong. She bowed.