For some reason Mike then seemed annoyed instead of pleased that I had obeyed him. He grabbed my hair and pulled me close while he shouted at me."Now ...isten here you little sissy cocksucker, and listen fucking good. From now on, your little faggot ass is mine. Do you understand cunt?" I could only nod. I realized my only option was to do as he said, no matter how humiliating it was. "Good, now listen carefully. You will show up at bowling and I expect you to wear panties under your clothes. . )As we finish the last shot, he starts to hand the photos to me. I tell him to keep them. He thanks me and rummages into his backpack. He hands me the camera and three packages of film. “What’s this for?”“For being my model.”“This must have cost a lot.”“I have my ways. I’m always getting stuff. You know.”The implication is clear. Bobby has stuff! I already sold my ass for a hundred and now I had a camera. If Bobby had more stuff, then maybe it would be worth it to sell more of my ass. I could not see a ring when I took off the glasses.I did not see any of the movie. I spent the whole time staring at the two Mabel's, trying to figure out what is going on. Were these glasses enchanted in some way?My date did not notice my staring. She was enthralled by the show, munching away on her popcorn.About midway through, I left the theatre and went to the bathroom. The attendant outside insisted that I leave the polarized glasses with her. "I'll give it back when you return," she. For years he had wondered what it would be like to watch Leigha with another man.He glanced again over at her and smiled. How odd the timing. She was bringing herself to another little orgasm, squirming in her seat as she did so. He had no idea it was the vivid memory of Dusty's cock that was making her squirm so as she came.Marty remembered precisely the moment that he had mentally conjured up the image of Leigha and somebody else.They had been married a little over nine months. He and Leigha.