" she spat at me when our lips parted.I walked over to my clothes as she jumped down off the massage bed heading towards her clothes. I grabbed a pair...of handcuffs and my fake police id, and headed her off at the door. Picking her up over my shoulder, I carried her back to the massage table again, dumping her on her back. She was stunned by my quick movements.But she was about to scream so I placed my hand across her mouth whilst showing her my fake id and the cuffs in the other."Shut the fuck. "Turn around and show Carla your ass message!" Carla burst out laughing. "Oh my God, Mr. Carter, that is so outrageous. Does her husband know that's on her ass?" "I don't know. Ask her." "Does he, Fuckmeat?" Carla asked? I nervously shook my head no. "The belt, Fuckmeat," Derrick said sternly. Upset and agitated, l removed his belt, handed it to him, and bent over the table as he ordered. "Now, what's your name?" Derrick asked. "Fuckmeat," I replied, sniffling. "Tell Carla what. She had stopped again, and she was standing over me. She was touching me, my cock to be specific, but only with light touches - I felt only her fingernails, not even the flesh of her fingertips."Yessss," she purred to herself. "You know, I don't just want to make your cock mine, you know. I want all of you, but I just start with the cock. Do you know what's next?"I was only able to mumble a wet gurgle past the gag, but I wasn't altogether sure I wanted to know. I wasn't given a choice, of. " Certainly, sir," I said, smiling as I got up and left the room. Poor John didn't know what he was in for. *Later, in our apartment in Arlington, Virginia, Chris chuckled when I related this story:"So Symonds was one of the exceptions, eh?" Yep," I laughed. "The majority of straights of each gender ended up straights of the other after the G-wave, but a majority isn't everyone. That's why the marital problems. Mr Brooks became Mrs Symonds, going from straight male.