It’s been a long time since I resigned myself to the fact that I can’t write to please Grandma, but I’m still not too crazy about this whole ‘...ouble life’ thing. It’s like being Gay or something. I want to talk about it, but that’s hard to do in prim-and-proper-polite society. I can’t help feeling the need to keep it ‘in the family,’ around people who can understand and enjoy what I’m talking about. Any discussion of what I do requires a lot of careful probing to see if these people are cool.. .. I am your master."Ms. Carter said nothing. She kept looking at her papers.But her eyes weren't moving."I claim you as my own, Hollow God, and I am your master?" Gavin said, alittle more clearly, a little quicker.Ms. Carter looked up from her papers, then over at Gavin. Her face wasexpressionless. Or maybe she was mad. He wasn't sure. "I claim?" heasked. She stood up, put the papers down, then pushed in her chair andwalked toward him. "You?" She walked past him, toward the door to. Ann can hear laughter coming from the bedroom. “I wonder what is going on there” said Beth “let’s go and check”. They walk to the bedroom door. Victor is kneeling on the bed naked. Eric, also naked, is on his hands and knees sucking Victor cock. Ann gasps as she saw Rhonda standing at the foot of the bed naked except of a huge strap-on dildo. With eyes unblinking she watched Rhonda smearing lubricant on the fake cock. She then kneels behind Eric and starts to probe his anal opening. “Oh my”. He looked a bit disappointed. But I was concerned about myself. I was unable to control and was getting wet. I turned my back towards the salesman and told him to remove the threads of my bra.When I came here I had no intention to get undressed by the salesman. But things have changed. And he was undressing me. He started removing the thread on my neck and went further on my back to remove it. Once he was done. I turned and faced him.He removed the bra and asked him to remove the panty as well..