The trouble was, herefused. I tried different excuses but he insisted that he had a greatdeal of restyling of his house to do and he couldn?t let his...wife Tinato do it all without him.There seemed no alternative to tackling him, and I gave it quite a bitof thought. If he was wearing a bra, which seemed certain by this timeas I believed I could see the outline of it myself from time to time,there was no way his wife didn?t know. As that was the case, having herat his side, I reasoned, would. So I don’t have a problem with the whole gay thing. Kind of. But in his case, he’s like this huge contradiction. He’s big and hairy and beefy like me but the k** is SUCH a fucking cocksucker. He practically begged me to fuck him and what k** does that to his father? But, once the guys on the crew figured out the Boss’ son was a whore, it was only a matter of time before I had to join in. I mean ignoring the fact that your k** is a fag just makes it seem like you’re clueless. And ‘accepting’ the. Impossible! How did you do that?" Mom gasped."It wasn't easy. I made her wear a corset day and night to shift her gutsaround. I tightened it a little more every week, until she was down to 17inches. Then I made it permanent by a little procedure I invented,"Cathryn explained."Oh my! That must have been very uncomfortable!" Mom exclaimed."Yes, she cried a lot during that time, didn't you, Roberta?" Cathrynasked her."It was horrible!" she cried."How did you make it permanent?" Mom wanted to. We left the club at around 1.30 am and I was in the cab with my girlfriend and her friend. We reached her house in 15 minutes and her friend realizing the situation smartly bid us goodnight and went in her room, the minute she closed the door my girlfriend pounced on me, she was getting uncontrollable, I guided her to the bedroom and she said she’s going to the washroom. I had a joint of marijuana in my pocket all this while, I was thinking of smoking up before the club but didn’t have the.