Black, grays, royal purple, and darker tones of red and blue are dominant colors. White, pinks, and pastel shades of anything are submissive colors. M...st other colors are seen as neutral.”“So the right side of the dress is dominant and the left is submissive?”“That’s right.”Sara put the dress back in the garment bag and hung it back up on the coat rack.Matt grabbed Sara and threw her over his shoulder. He looked at Kitten. “Heel.” He then stalked off towards the dining room.Sara giggled. “What. "Do you... want to be a woman?" No, of course not!" I probably answered her question a little toohastily, with hindsight."You do realise we have to talk about this, Michael... I mean... what thehell am I supposed to think?"I realised I had no other option except to be totally honest, for betteror for worse. So I took the plunge, but experienced difficulty in findingthe words. "I thought maybe... I mean, please believe me... I was goingto tell you, but --" You were going to tell me? It's a bit. He stood at the urinal next to mine and after a few seconds he whispered 'my dick is thicker than yours'. I looked at him and tried to peep over the partition, he looked at me and said 'no peeking unless you let me fuck you'. I stepped away from the urinal and went over to the sink, letting my trousers drop to my knees. The stranger came up behind me and held up a condom saying 'this well help me enter this sweet ass a lot easier'. He bent down and spit into my butt hole and for another five. They looked so small before I put them on. Fresh from my dresser after a fluff dry.I leaned forward and lifted my leg to slip it through the little hole. Ean was watching me. I looked back at him. Not to his face that time. I knew his face showed no emotion. I looked to his pants. That place, I found to show a massive amount of emotion the other day. I found it again. What I never really noticed before was now impossible not to notice. He had the biggest bulge between his legs. I couldn’t stop.