Disgusting, that I’m going to hell for what I do. But to be desired, to be used makes me feel special. You are probably wondering what I’m talking...about. So I will start from the beginning. No one knew my name, pale and unfamiliar, undesirable a nonentity. I spend most of my days wishing I was someone else. Secretly waiting, for someone to pull me out of obscurity. It was the first time I had noticed the sun, streaks of light through the window touching my naked body. I was used to going. Fifteen minutes went by and the party was going great. I was starting to get a little tipsy and I noticed Chloe hadn't come down from the toilet. Now, if I wasn't tipsy I would definitely not be going to see where she was; drink gave the little bit of confidence in which I needed. I headed off in search of Chloe, trying my best not to make too much noise going up the stairs (what a fail). I got half way up the stairs and something caught my eye through the bars. It was Chloe, dressed up in my. " I didn't even bother to file her name into my short term memory. I didn't expect her to be there that long." Robert would like to say thank you and do a human interest piece on you," she suggested.That left me between a rock and a hard place. The Sheriff wanted the publicity for the department and his own re-election plans. I wanted nothing to do with it. The more video exposure I got the more likely the chances of me being recognized from the party in Mountain Home. I had already done a. All silky and small bikini panties. Did she do thisknowing I'd end up sleeping in the bathroom? Is she trying to drive memad? I slam the door in anger. I unsnap my jeans and as I'm loweringthem, the door flies open. I look up in shock with my jeans around myankles. My penis is stretching my white briefs to the limit. Motherenters, now in just white panties and bra, with her hands on her hips,looking very cross."All right young man," mother chastises. "You can choose where you wantto.