I asked betsy could I ride along with her, she said yes! We went to Betsy's car Betsy drove to the gas station after she got gas, she ask me to drive...while she drink her coffee. I was driving while Betsy was talking to bill on the phone, if her husband knew I was driving his car, he who I was driving his car Bill whorls kill us. When Betsy got off the phone, I asked Betsy do Bill make her happy? She told me no. She's in it for the k**s. That's when I told Betsy she should have a fuck. He had long shaggy, greying hair, which matched a big, fluffy Van Dyke beard. When he took off his jacket, his arms were covered in intricate tattoos, and when his hair moved, I could see six or seven rings in each ear. “Smoke?” A tall, fat, bald man asked, as he offered his cigarettes. I was shaking as he lit my cigarette. “I’m sorry, it’s just that…. You know……I thought……oh shit! I’m sorry!” I was flustered and frightened.As I said this, two of the gang were standing beside my car, pissing. Then we set up to meet one weekend he told me i was his bitch till noon on sunday. He picked me up on friday at a deli and drove me to his house I realised I was about to have gay sex for first time and was so nervous. he was very dominant and vocal from the start i just did exactly what he told me and played my role. we got to his house and he made me get naked instantly he said bend over now i did very scared he started to rub lube all over my ass hole and up my ass with his fingers then he. If this is what I could experience in a short time what was in store when we are on same cot with nothing one? I was dreaming whole night of our union. Next was a Sunday and gym was closed. It was very difficult to pass that Sunday.Mondays my tailoring shop was always half day closed in the afternoon. I was restless. I ran to gym at five and to my disappointment, she had not come. Next four days it happened. She had disappeared and did not come at all leaving me high and dry. However, on fifth.