I wanted to find my own flat in town but, due to the high rents and the fact that I got on so well with Melanie and her friends, I had stopped looking...for my own place to live. My mother’s friend never mentioned me moving out either. She liked the idea of having people in her house, seeing as her husband worked abroad and never came home for months on end.Although I was still subject to my monthly discipline sessions from Bethany, I soon grew to accept them and, to be fair, they hadn’t been too. The pulled down a lane for about a half mile and pulled up to an old trailer, Doug went to the door and motioned her "Get your ass in here" she entered the dirty trailer, he told her to sit at a desk in front of a laptop "we are going to see what you do on that site, your gonna show me how slutty you are"he sat to the side out of camera range and told her to begin, she went through a few guys and stopped on one "keep going" he yelled'"dont stop until you see a guy way younger than 18" are. Lynda’s parents disliked me and her Father would ask her “ If she was out with the faggot?” I know why, I liked to wear tight pants or jeans and he once accused me of wearing one of Lynda’s blouses when I showed up at her house to take her to the cinema. Luckily for me singers like Bowie were becoming fashionable so I did look trendy to some rather than looking like “ a faggot”. My favourite pants were a faded well worn pair of Levi 501s which had ripped across the bottom of the cheeks of my. The precum leaking heavily from the tip I wiped it to the small sensitive underside of the head and began to circle it around with my finger. Pushing the panties back to my nose I inhaled a deep scent again. It had been so long since I had been with a woman and was beginning to question my sexuality as recently the images of cocks in my mouth and being taken from behind by a faceless male lover had been randomly appearing in my head. I wasn't quite sure what to think about the fantasies that.