"Mark spoke up. "And it was good too!"Paul and Mark both started laughing. "Dude, I told you I had a k** that likes it, didn't i?" You did, yes you di..., and you weren't lying, he does look like a girl."I looked up at Paul, confused about what they were talking about."I told Mark that I found a young k** that liked to fuck and if he wanted to I told him that he probably could fuck you today. I told him to say that and get you to think you had to or else." You aren't mad at me?" No, but I think I. Let's get that straight from the start, too).So it was a big stretch for me to ask my masculine lover to slip into a pair of silk panties just for me. It was a secret fantasy I'd harbored for years but had never found the courage to ask a man to do. Allen was special, though, and I wanted him to be the one to parade around in my panties."Allen, will you wear these for me?" I said, holding up my favorite pair of panties. At first, he thought I was joking and he laughed in my face. But when he. I never know what to say. I wonder what will happen if I just follow her lead and ask her the same type of things she's asking me."How about you, Mary?" I ask between bites. "Are you seeing anyone?" She looks at me curiously and hesitates before answering."No," she finally says, "no one special." I wrack my brain to try and remember where she works. I think Mom said she works for either a brokerage firm or a mortgage company."You're the one who's probably breaking all the hearts," I tell her.. " Who is Bulldog?" I asked, amused by the name."The master of the house," he answered, before adding, "and he loves fresh white meat." I am not a fag," I said."Oh you will be by the time Bulldog is through with you," the bartender promised with a knowing smile.Curious who supposedly had so much power, I asked, "And who is this Bulldog?" See that big muscular guy with all the tats," he said, pointing to a table in the corner.I looked to the table where a big, bald, black guy was sitting staring.