After I recovered from my emotions I started again and it immediately got in. My cherry was popped !Looking back - compared to the kind of dildos that...I can fit in my ass - it's ridiculous how tiny this dildo was. Barely larger than a finger really!For few months I kept fucking myself with it and eventually I felt the need to try a real cock. Again I was not attracted to men... I wanted a cock. I discovered gay adds on the internet and eventually talked with an old guy and we met at his place.. I walked up to her door and knocked.A minute later the door swung open and a Cindy's little sister, Candy, answered it. "Hey, Brian!" she said. "CIIIIIINDDY" she turned and shouted. "Your BOYFRIEND is here!" She held the door open, and I stepped inside, letting it close behind me. The cool air conditioning of her house made my skin feel a bit clammy, and my face felt stretched and weird from dried tears."He's not my boyfriend!" Cindy shouted as she ran up. "Not yet anyway," she said quietly,. There was only one time that I had been up here, and that was when I was a week after they first hired me ten years ago. I wasn't Alice Jackson then, but Alice Dean. I had met Frank that day. All the new hires, most of us straight out of grad school, were brought up to meet President Taylor. Now Taylor was gone, forced out by his partner, Veronica.She was a ruthless cunt.Donna walked us down the hall, past the offices for the other executives. We reached Ms. Beigh's secretary, a young woman. On the day that Harriet became legal things progressed somewhat... She knocked over a vase which I heard crashing down. The vase may well have been placed right on the edge.. who knows.... "Girl! Come here" I shouted. Harriet came into my office and stood before me, eyes cast down and shoulders hunched. I had her stand there a long time, letting the tension mount... "You know that was an expensive vase". She nodded. "You are a clumsy girl. You will never be able to pay me back for that vase..