I couldnt keep my eyes off her breasts the whole way home, constantly glancing over to look at her rock hard nipples through her soccer shirt when she...wasnt looking. She didnt seem to notice so I decided to take a long glare. What are you looking at? She asked me. I was so mesmerized it took me a good minute to come up with a lie. Uhh&hellip, umm, I was looking outside. I thought I saw something. I said as I turned and looked out of my window, hoping she believed the lie. Oh&hellip, she said. Yeah, I don’t like the haters. Man-haters especially. They’re everywhere. And they’re the most powerful of all haters. Those who hate black people often worry about being sued or getting their just desserts at the hands of an irate black man or worse, an irate black woman. Those who hate gays, lesbians and bisexuals along with transsexuals have to worry about the advocating agencies and organizations dedicated to defending the rights of all GLBT people and their families from socially. .. which was probably just an added bonus for him. I swallowed and tasted some of the blood that was leaking out of my piercing, then decided to take him up on the ice chips as I slid two in my mouth."Now, Candi, here is your purse. You will have this with you all night, at all times. Inside it has your makeup and a few other items that you'll find useful throughout the night, understood?"I picked up the purse and said "Yeth, Mathter", my tongue swelling still affecting my speech. My Master. She told me that she was bisexual up until the age of eighteen and just became more attracted to women. She knew I was gay the first moment we met. This made me blush. I told that I was a virgin and wanted to lose it only to another woman. We started kissing there on the sofa when the front doorbell interupted us. We had all night long so there was no need to rush. We ate, watched something on television, then headed up to her bedroom. The rest of the night passed by like a beautiful dream.