It is my job toprotect you, isn't it?" Yes, Mistress," was the only possible answer I could give."To protect you physically and emotionally, both, cor...ect?" Yes, Mistress," I said again."And because your little peen can't please a woman it brings you so muchtorment doesn't it? When she is expecting something that you know youwill never be able to deliver, doesn't it hurt? Don't you feel like sucha fraud, pretending to be a man, when you are just a sissy?" Yes, Mistress," tears again starting to. I remember feeling somewhat cold and a bit awkward. But any sense of awkwardness was not because I felt self-conscious of my nakedness or afraid or ashamed, but mostly because somehow I felt like I didn’t belong among the people there. Spread across the stage, there were seven or eight guys, seemingly stage workers, walking up and down getting the place ready for a show. After a while, I noticed that the guys placing, retrieving and moving things around had serious athletic bodies, were only. At two dollars a poke his money wouldn't last long. No, what he wanted was a woman of his own, one he didn't have to go all the way to town to see, one he didn't have to pay. By the time he had Tehachapi in sight, Patrick had his mind made up. There had to be a woman willing to give her services in exchange for eats and a bed.After tying Jenny up out front, Patrick sidled up to the bar at Whitehorse's. Of the dozen or so customers, Patrick was undoubtedly the rangiest. He wore a dirt packed. Alex and Adam's place is a ten minute walk, which considering I had a couple of drinks, I thought I should walk instead of driving.I arrived right on half past eight.There were no cars.... nobody else was there.Alex answered the door wearing a suit and tie, he welcomed me into his home and we went into the kitchen where Adam was pouring the three of us another drink. Adam was also wearing a suit. Well all shook hands in greeting.(I think it is hilarious how many times I meet guys for sex and.