Gay if you will. I suppose they had some cause, here is a bachelor in his late thirties who has never been known to have a girlfriend and neither was ... the scruffy railways and aircraft type of geek either, I always dressed smartly. Of course, the real reason was that I had always been owned by various Mistresses. Not gay, and you must always be presentable for your Mistress of course. Your appearance is a reflection on the quality of her charge of you. I don’t think the guys I worked with gave. "Brindy ... She's ... I do not exactly say it right ... has been broken." I crawled up into Dave's arms. "I have done things very wrong, Dave." You are my Lita. I love you." But by doing these things with Brindy and with Pat, I have hurt them, Dave. It is only that when I said to Brindy that we shower together, she thought I meant she and I, not you and I, and she looked so happy with that ... I do not want to hurt Brindy. I wanted to make her happy."I kissed my Dave. "But I want to make YOU. Masturbating while imagining her wasn’t helping anymore.I slowly started dressing more freely and openly whenever the maid used to come around. I was always in a loose pair of shorts that gave a very good outline of my 7-inches long dick if I got excited even a bit. She had started noticing the change in my behaviour and I could feel it made her uncomfortable. But I didn’t care.One day, I decided to flash her and see her reaction. Before she came, I kept a lot of coins in my wallet making it a. The card read, "Call Barbie." With a telephone number on the back.I got in my car and drove home, feeling guilty from a hot blow job.*"Steve, how did she do? Did she get the pictures?" She sure did. Karen, the results were more than we expected."Steve put the pictures on the table, and I looked at my husband kissing a young woman. The best picture of all was the young woman with his cock in her mouth. His face in agony from pleasure."The stupid bastard fell for it. I thought he was more street.