I won’t waste more time with you. David, come along.”He swept out of my kitchen and out the front door, slamming it behind him. David hesitated fo... a moment, still confused; finally, hearing Edward bark at him from outside, he mouthed an apology and darted after him.I was shaking slightly. I had all but outed myself to a religious bigot who, if he did grasp my meaning, would likely feel no compunction about telling all and sundry about the liberal elite sodomite who’d had the temerity to. I applied more makeup than usual carefully, finishing the look with cat-eye liner. The last touch was to curl my hair and stick it up in a high ponytail. With the pushup bra Stephen had purchased on under the dress and feet slid into my new heels, I was ready to go. I turned the music off, took one slow deep breath, and headed down the hallway to Stephen’s room. I held confident posture and knocked two sharp knocks on the door. When he opened it, muscular frame covered in a blue dress shirt and. With my skirt pooled at my feet, your eyes drank in my beauty, longingly, lustily. I danced over to you, and straddled your lap while continuing to move my hips to the music, grinding against your hardness. You caught your breath. I smiled, feeling the total control that I had over you tonight; control that I intended to use well. I undid my bra, letting the straps fall from my shoulders before slowly revealing each silky, smooth orb with its pert, light brown nipple. I cupped my breasts. There were five large blue porta potties that I open the door andthey were very small inside. There was just the toilet and no whereto wash your hands. All of them did not have toilet paper so I wentdown around the last porta potty and about 40 feet back was a largegreen port john with white vents on the top and rear of the largeplastic container. I ran quickly and open the door. The handle wasbroken and it did not allow me to lock the door as it swung shutbehind me.I quickly looked around and.