I've always tried to help my employees whenever I could. I even tried to get Myron into an alcohol treatment program, but he said he didn't have an al...ohol problem. I feel that it is everyone's duty to help others when they can. Usually it doesn't cost much to give a little of yourself. My mother always told me that whenever you do a good deed that it comes back to you threefold.Tears started running down Amy's cheeks, "I guess that nobody ever did anything for me unless they wanted something.". I was usually available but, he wanted to stay straight and horny as hell. I worked on changing the situation after a while.First – I started to be more suggestive and open around him. My actions changed some, I picked up some more femme clothes and began to (gently at first) flaunt my sexuality when he was around. Nothing changed but…I did catch him looking once in a while. That was a start.The big move came when, on a Saturday night, I picked-up a nice married guy about twice my age. I’d gone. Ever since Cliff had found out what she was really doing he had been impossible. Impossible! Following her around all the time, making terrible drunken scenes in public places. "Listen, Mr. Gallagher," she put as much persuasion as she could into her voice. "He'll never come back again, I swear he won't. I'll tell him I'll never see him again." Nix, baby, you already tried that," Dippy reminded her irritably. "And it didn't work. We don't want sloppy drunks hanging around our Stage Door. ”“Oh no, I really wanted to keep going but I was just scared you’d think I was like really gay or something, letting a guy get me off.”“Wait, let me get this straight, if shot your cum in my mouth, you were afraid that I would think YOU were gay? Haha, I can’t believe we were both afraid of the same thing. Glad we’re not anymore!”“Yea, wish I knew that when you were blowing me haha, would have probably felt even better.”“Well, do you want to find out?” At that, he immediately readjusted his.