To be honest, the kissing part wasn’t something I’d thought about. The idea kinda turns me off.”“Aw, but I think it would be sweet. Have you e...er had sex with a girl without kissing?”“Well, no, but it is totally different.”Carla smiled and said, “Is it? You said you’d have to feel affection for the guy. A kiss is a wonderful way to show it.” She kissed me hard and I felt my dick twitch. I pictured two guys kissing but it seemed wrong (as if sex between men isn’t weird in the first place).“That. I scream out loud as blind searing pain that seems to go on and on forever rips through every fiber of my being. I must be in hell I know I am in hell. Please make the pain stop! my mind screams over and over. And then a picture flashes in front of my closed eyes and I stop screaming. Before me I see a picture of the brand A wears on her thigh. I think about the pain she must have endured to now wear such a mark upon her. I think about how much pride she has in being allowed to have such a mark. Can I get you something to drink?"I looked over to see at the tall glass on the table beside the Pope. It looked like a Sprite with lime."Whatever the Pope's having," I smiled. Bob returned with a similar glass for me and asked me to start at the beginning. I took a healthy gulp — and started coughing."What the hell is this?" I gasped."Double gin and tonic," Bob said. "Just like His Holiness has. Wasn't that what you wanted?" I thought it was a Sprite," I said as I gradually recovered.The Pope. In my ear Kay was saying, “Damn, that HR lady may not have tits as big as mine, but they look suckable to me! You know I have always had this bi-curious streak in me. Could you imagine, you and me doing her together?"“You could push her down on the bed, on her back and I could wrap my legs around her from behind and pull those big tits of her out of her bra while you crawl up between her thighs and push that skirt of hers around her hips so you can start sucking on her pussy. God, just imagine.