Master sat across from me finally. “What’s wrong? You’re flushed, puppy,” he said to me. I reflexively looked back at the waiter, who was in t...e kitchen. “It’s nothing, Master,” I lied. “Well, I know it’s not nothing, slut. What’s the matter?” I leaned in to Master and whispered that the waiter had grazed my breast. “And how did you feel when he did that? Did you like it? It's okay if you did.” “No, Master,” I lied again, but my voice had jumped an octave. Why did I lie? We enjoyed our meal and. "This is my era right here!" as Lionel Richie's "All Night Long" played over the loud speaker. She was a woman who knew how to enjoy herself, and I liked that. "You don't know nothin' bout that, girl", I replied. "She replied, "I'm a '69 baby". The year was 2012, so I quickly did the math - "You're not 43", I said in utter disbelief. "Yep." She replied proudly with her hands on her hips. "What are you trying to say, I look old?" She said. "No way!" "You are amazing!" I said. At that. We chatted for a while getting to know a few things about each other and eventually we were approaching my town when he suddenly asked” Hey Joe. Do you mind me asking, but if I paid you fifty bucks would you give me a blow job?” “Roy do you think I,m a queer then?” I stiffened. “No of course not. Look.” He showed me his gold wedding band. “I,m married with two k**s, but like to have young guys give me a bow job now and then, but if you don,t need the money forget it! After all it,s unlikely. Tears pricked my eyes as I turned in the keys. I headed to the spot I had agreed to meet Ollie. However, instead of seeing Ollies beat up mustang pulling in, I saw a not one, not two, but THREE limousines. The driver popped out of the second and wrenched my belongings away from me and into the trunk. Then he pushed me into the limo and into the well-built arms of my best friend. The momentum of the push threw both of us down onto the seat, my body on top of his. My chest pressed against his.