We talked for a bit, and then I finally worked up the nerve to ask Roger Duchene the burning question. Was the tall, manly Haitian brother a fag? I di...n’t use those exact words, of course. Roger smiled and told me that he was bisexual, as in he slept with girls and guys. I was shocked, and bluntly asked him if he’d ever been with a man. Roger smiled and told me that he’d never had sex with anyone, male or female, but felt attracted to both sexes. Another stunner for me. I didn’t know that. He tells me to sit up and look at him. We walks over reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out a lipstick. I want my bitch to wear bright red lipstick, so i put it on for him. Then walked to me and forced his cock into my mouth forcing it in. I was gagging and drooling trying to suck that huge thing. My lipstick was now a mess, but seemed to like it. He likes his bitch messy. Time to make my bitch pregnant. I was worried because his cock was going to tear me open. He pulled the plug out and i. We look after ourselves and dress well, but Chloe has always had a confidence problem about herself. What woman hasn’t? On the night of the dinner I had told Chloe we were going to dinner with a group of people from the industry, which we have done in the past, and I had booked a hotel close by to the venue. She dressed in her favourite Vivienne Westwood black dress, which zips up at the front, and instead of her normal bright coloured tights, I asked her to wear her hold up stockings. Her. Not wanting a ticket I tore the tee enough to let the girls dance for him, at least I hoped it was a him. I looked in the side view and yes it was him, and a nice young him it was. As he leaned in the window to ask for my license and registration I leaned over to give the girls more air and his eyes went right to them. I reached out with the required ID's and brushed my hand against his crotch a bit while he tried to recall exactly what it was he was supposed to be doing.When he took he.