You get Monica a drink. You fold laundry. You iron.If Monica desires to peg you, you bite the pillow.You plead to haveyour cock cage released. You giv... up. You shower. You dress for bed.Tomorrow? Ditto.But through it all, I find myself smiling. I sing. I hum. I am happy.Some of us, I read, are miserable. They are forced into this lifestyle,and the fight to return to manhood, and the whole experience istorture. Not for me. I truly had found my calling. The maid's dresseswere perfect. On the rare. She was light as a feather. I put my hands on her ass and pulled her closer to me. She looked, smelt and felt amazing. Our lips met and hers were the softest I had ever kissed. Her mouth was tiny but she seemed quite experienced and matched me as the kissing intensified and my hands moved across her body feeling every inch. I slid her off me and then moved behind her, pushing myself into her whilst feeling her breasts and kissing the back of her neck. Her hands moved towards my huge erection. I made my way towards him, having noted the deep gulp he made when she touched him, and also noting the very large bulge tenting the front of his garb. He almost jumped out of his skin when I touched him on the shoulder. ‘Oh Bridget, you startled me.’ His eyes flickered back and forth from me to the doorway Susanna had gone through. I suppressed a smile. Ah, young love. ‘Yusef, I would like to speak to you about engaging your services as a guard for a short period of time. I have something. Next thing i knew he is sitting down next to me, i started to get nervous, (thinking that he wanted something) sure enough, i felt his hand on my jeans rubbing my cock, i picked up his hand and moved it away, (it felt great) but i wasnt gay. next thing i know his hand is on my cock again, squeezing it, i feel it gettting harder, bigger, i look at him he smiles and undoes my zipper, i lok around no one else in the theater, i gasp as he starts to suck me! ohhh it felt good! he goes to his knees.