"To his credit, there was no hesitation. "The mignon, perhaps?"George stepped back into the breach. "No, no. That's a little girl's steak. Stella is a...woman. She needs something with substance. Something a little more solid."I just grinned, but I could feel the conversation affecting me. I was dressed as I had been at work. A shortish tailored skirt with a nice blouse. The only thing I'd changed before we went out were the lacy bikini panties that were fast becoming damp. I wriggled a little,. I again hoped Chrissy wasn’t too broke to forget buying a morning-after pill. I heard sounds coming from my bathroom. Sounds of a shower. I went into the bathroom and looked who was showering. When I walked in I remembered that Cailin slept with me last night. Because there was no shower curtain I could see Cailin’s pretty naked body. She didn’t see me. I got hard again. I walked into the shower and because Cailin was turned around to grab her shampoo she didn’t notice. I thrusted my dick in. That is my life now, I live for it and can think of nothing else, mymind is consumed with it. I was not always like this; I was once a manwith normal desires. In fact I was once a much respected reporter for amajor newspaper, until I met her, my mistress, the one I now proudlyserve without hesitation.How did I become like this you may ask, let me tell you my story.My name is Lisa or at least it is now, it was once Mark. I was a muchrespected reporter for the Los Angeles Times; my stories were. My wrists were bound, comfortably, to the arms of the chair as I sat. I felt movement in front and behind me and breathed deeply to assure myself that these scents were the ones so familiar to me. They were. My two lovers were here. I was certain of that. I felt safe and relaxed a bit. But a moment later, while still feeling them move around me doing who-knows-what, I caught another scent. One I could not put a face to, but certainly knew to be that of a woman.As music began to play, just loud.