Melissa and I don’t talk about you.”“You know she’s probably listening at the door!” Michelle giggled.“Shall we invite her in?” I teased... “Though I doubt she is.”“She joked with me about it, but I think you’re right. You know she wants you to drag her to her bed and do to her what you just did to me, don’t you?”“First of all, I came to see you. Second, she’s made it clear she doesn’t want to be with a married man. And third, she’d have to ask me, which she won’t.”“I didn’t say she’d ask; I said. Another definition: TV's are men who get turned on by wearing women's clothes. They aren't necessarily gay themselves, although they may like men who are also TV's. As always, everyone is an individual.I don't know if it means I'm secretly gay, or bi; probably the latter more than the former; but I don't find 'men' attractive, only cocks. Now, I don't really care: I'm just me!So, having discovered this aspect of my sexuality, what to do about it? Well, for a few years, there was nothing I could. Everyone else is lacking compared to you.” From his well-positioned hiding place in the closet, Brian could see the smirk bloom across Ruby’s face in the mirror. “My little slut has waited patiently, hasn’t he?” She asked, placing the brush down and bending slowly over the vanity as she gently began to remove her lipstick. The thin jersey fabric of her dress was clinging to the curves of her ass, revealing that she was wearing no underwear. She bent forward farther, Clyde biting his lip in. " Yes, master. Yes, sir."I stood up, feeling the device dangle from my body for the first time. It felt like someone was continually touching my cock and balls. But I knew no one could. No one apart from my master."You will leave now. I will see you next month outside my house. No earlier, no later. Understand?" A month? No sir, I can't go a month. Are you joking?"The stranger took his phone from his pocket and clicked a few buttons. This was the first time of many I would receive a painful.