I'm no fag I think to myself but think about what has happened tonight, I'm not, am I? As I stand there, a big black man comes across the street when ...e sees me. He looks to be in mid 30's, 6"3", muscular and very black."What do we have here," he says stopping in front of me. "You looking for a man, boy?"I don't answer, Master told me not too talk and I don't know when he might come out of the store."Can't talk boy?" he asks. "Your Master in the store?"I nod my head a little."You're a cute. My cock and balls are already tied tight with my latex strap (put on before I knocked on your door) You then tell me to show you what I have in the bag I have brought with me. I empty the contents onto the bed – a black pvc catsuit, a red pvc waspie, black pvc thigh boots, leather ankle and wrist cuffs and a black shiney latex hood. You make me dress in my sissy slut uniform and then sitting on a chair you open your legs wide and tell me to get on my knees and to lick you from asshole to clit. Slowly she started to believe me and we got closer. We used to chat when we are free. She always visits my home to have a chit chat with my mom. Days passed by and our relationship also got thicker. One day while I was going out, saw her walking down the street.So I went near her and asked her where she is going. She told that she is going to market to buy some vegetables and fruits. I asked her if she want me to drop her on my bike. She said to drop me. She got back on my bike and we drove to. No way.Finding a parking spot was easy. Only a Jeep and another SUV sat in front of the building. Yvonne and I got of Monique's truck and I led the way in.A pretty, young woman, probably in her early twenties, was sitting at the desk of the foyer. She smiled, and though she was pretty, I could tell she wasn't happy. In fact, I could feel it. She had hoped to stay at home today. She wanted to be with her fiancé by a nice cozy fire, but Mr. Johnson had called her in knowing she had a jeep that.