Her mother wrote her back even longer letters, telling her that Victorville was no different than any place on earth. For tens of thousands of years m...n had been attracted to women, and women to men. It was what they were born to do. Her mother had only an eighth grade education. It was Nadia who had tutored her, instead of the other way around. Her mother learned as much from Nadia's homework in Russia as Nadia did. And they had spent hours and hours talking about life. But her mother had. Lord almighty she was built like a brick shit house and I really wanted to get a piece of this pie. The living room didn't have any regular furniture, but was filled with pillows and cushions. "Take your clothes off and have a seat," the couple instructed as they headed into the back of the house. Well, I had come this far and didn't want to seem like I was a novice, so I stripped down and sat on a large cushion and waited to see what would happen next. Susan came out wearing her high heels, a. I was just about to shake my prick like the end of my pretend piss, when I heard the john door.Now, when you're in a public john like this one, even the straights who are at the urinals tend to look over their shoulders, some of them really, really quick so they can pretend it didn't happen at all, to see who's comin' in. So, it wasn't any big deal for me to do the same.It was an Asian man. Okay, I know that saying Asia could mean Japan or China or India or Pakistan or Vietnam, or any one of. It was times such as these she yearned for the green valleys and glades of Andalay, her homeland. For years now she had been in exile here in the Kingdom of Castar with its fierce summers of dusty heat and primitive ways. She was a representative of Andalay in the Kingdom; so vital as a buffer state to the interests of the Commonwealth and, while she endured her long service here, she nevertheless felt homesick for her own country. But her mistress had commanded her to this task and her sense.