She knocked again, and again I remained immobile. I could just imagine her giving up, then walking back across her yard to her house, where she would ...ick up the phone and call me. In a minute or two I expected to hear the phone ring, but I would stay right where I was. I had even closed the curtains on my window so that she couldn't call me from across the way. I had built up an impenetrable fortress around myself, a mighty castle that would never be breached by a mere girl like Sarah.But. Instead he rides a bike everywhere, a little pink bike that he pulled out of some random person's trash. His life has been ruined, and he's become nothing more than the pig slave to his Goddess.He sighs as another cock slides through the hole in the stall wall next to his face. Since his Goddess has taken over his life, She has decided that a normal paying career was too good for him. Now he is forced to work at gay bars, sitting in a bathroom stall all day sucking cocks."That's $10 Sir," he. I agree that this is a very good start to building the kind of relationship needed to go to the sexual highs we both want. He then helps me up, wraps me in a large soft towel and says ‘My beautiful erotic lady… follow me and I will show you what it should feel like to be worshiped by someone that sees and understands your soul.’ I follow him expecting to be led to the men’s locker room, but we walk past and he takes me to one of the ‘treatment ‘ rooms. There is a shower in the corner and he. " Did you enjoy your dinner?" Um-hum. --You?" Yes, thanks. Were you thinking about your -- sexual past -- all through dinner?" Indeed I was. How could I not? We really dredged up some long-ago memories, this afternoon." And you said we had a long way yet to go." We do if you want a blow-by-blow account -- so to speak." Pam giggled."Yes, Pam. I want you to take full advantage of your anonymity, and tell me everything. We're interviewing hundreds -- even thousands -- of people in this study..