He relented.“O fuck! Faggots like you, call the men Sir, just as you called that man” Frank said it again.“Yes Sir”, Richard whispered after h...aring Frank. “Do not tell me, what I can call you or not”. Shouted Frank. “I can tell to anyone, whatever I want. If you please me as well as you did that man, who just used you, I might not tell anyone, what a faggot you are”. “Please Frank Sir, I shall do the best” Richard was quivering.“Just beg for my cock to suck”. Frank said and Richard literally. For desert, he would serve the cheesecake that Suzanne had brought from the Bakery. That would be nice. He started a very nice Red wine to chilling, and looked at his watch. He had at least two hours before they would arrive. He called Sherri. ‘Unless she follows the town car, how is she going to find this place?’ he asked her. ‘Shit, I hadn’t thought of that, I could do a map on Google.’ Sherri considered, that would probably result in Lisa having an accident looking for one of the little. I was obviously a man, I as way to tall for a woman and the curves weren't that great but I figured what the hell. I went to a drag bar and sat down and ordered a drink. My biggest fear was being stopped by a cop, I was so afraid I would get pulled over in drag. After a drink or two I began to get frustrated because no one seemed to be paying attention to me. An older gentleman, on the large side, probably late 40s, early 50s, bald, came up to me and placed his hand right on my ass. He started. She felt his cock spasm and then he slumped over her back. They both rolled to one side and he flopped out of her. ‘I liked that,’ she murmured rubbing her cheek against the arm under her head. ‘I didn’t just like it, I thought it was wonderful,’ he responded. He wrapped his other arm around her waist and pulled her back against his chest. They lay still for a while and then he began to kiss the back of her neck. His hand wandered up from her waist back to her breasts. ‘You are so beautiful,’.