”A server came to us and said, “Hello, my name is Vicki. Have you had enough time looking at the menu?”“Hello, Vicki ... I think we’re ready...”We proceeded to order, with mom and dad getting wine to go with their dinner. I gave her a look.“So, if you don’t want Cher, who do you want?” Brian asked.“Write this down dad ... Adele, Beyoncé, Christina Aguilera, Katy Perry, and Kelly Clarkson. On the guy side ... Usher, Boyz II Men, Clay Aiken and maybe even Justin Bieber, if we could afford him.”At. . facefucking type stuff. So I think my ad probably asked for somebody to “fuck my face”..Little did I know... I wasn’t ready for that at the time. A guy... let’s call him Jerry... answered my ad and said he had his own apartment and he would turn me into his sissy. And it turned me on. He seemed different from a lot of guys, and I liked that he talked about being rough with me. He said he was going to train me to be his sissy fag.So I make plans to go over there that day, sometime around 2. The question hung there, not quite asked. Would he fuck her -- fuck his sister -- so her Matrix boyfriend could vicariously enjoy the experience? Vicaria porn was a thriving genre, sure, but not one he’d ever imagined contributing to. Let alone with his sister.But ... he’d be doing her a favour, wouldn’t he? It wasn’t her idea, and it wasn’t his. It’s not like they just suddenly wanted to make each other scream. It was for her boyfriend. And better him, better someone who understood those. And I'd still be her husband, though that word was being applied rather differently in my case than in the case of other married men. It suited me just fine.I eventually closed the Venetian blinds and turned on the reading light my the bed and settled in for a read; while Megan was still over on William's bed; and very likely still going strong!About an hour later I heard Megan coming up the stairs. I looked up and smiled at her as she walked in (looking a little tired; her hair slightly.