Whatever you needto make you feel better." To make me...?" She snorted derisively. "Okay, Mister Sensitive.What I need is to see you dressed like th... wimp pansy you are." Shesnapped her fingers at me. "In the bedroom. And don't bother gettingup. You can just crawl."I was so beaten down emotionally that I simply did what she said.Moving along behind her I sniffled and tried to control my upset. Ididn't want to start crying in front of my wife. When we got there sheallowed me to stand,. Yeah, that’s a sweet deal, if you ask me. I can see why the Greeks loved boys now. Mark ... you’ve been slamming that ass all this time ... wow! Lucky you!” Mr. Vogel smiled and winked now, while rubbing his wife’s tush and Martin’s both ... while Mark’s hands wandered over to Martin’s dick.“Yeah, that’s one sweet ass, I could have told you that long ago, man. Face it, sir. You’re bi. There’s nothing wrong with being bi. It’s a lot of fun. I love this cock, too. Don’t you, Mrs. Vogel?” Mark. Emotions that can be overwhelming when faced alone tend to shrink to manageable levels when you have others standing beside you; even completely rational and legitimate fears, such as those common among the spouses of police officers. It was a place to bare one's soul, without judgement. Chinyere had certainly done that, often. I knew things about her and her husband that I probably shouldn't have. Since I was the only guy in attendance most times, I had been anointed an honourary female, and. Master had turned the egg off at some point, but i have no idea when. "Oh, my gawd, o. Are you okay. You looked as if you were having a seizure or something." Yes, Mistress, Linda, i am quite alright. A little embarrassed, perhaps, well a lot embarrassed, but..." A little embarrassed, are you shittin' me. There isn't a woman in this room who wouldn't give at least one breast to have an orgasm like that. Maybe not in the middle of a ballroom filled with people, but just once in their life. Even.