I felt like the dirtiest slut waking up every morning with panties soaked from the imaginary fucking in every position and place that I would get 3 or...4 nights in a week. If this was what he did to me in my dreams what the hell would he do to me in person??? I had to have him. It was a required need. I began to wear provocative tank tops that showed the curve of my heaving breasts, shorts that would entice him into looking directly at the forms of the fabric clinging to the pussy that so badly. "You sound sleepy, Babe. Did you have an alcoholic beverage yesterday. Or two?," Melvin teased her gently."Uh . . . huh . . . Uh . . . huh." Well, I'm going to let you get some more sleep. I've got to run to our next meeting. Oh, did you get my call? Did Carl and Mike call?" Uh . . . huh . . . Uh . . . huh." Get some sleep, Baby. I love you." Love you . . .too," came Rhonda's sleepy reply.The Board retreat took up most of Melvin's time on Tuesday and he didn't get a chance to call Rhonda back. We became close friends and I got very close to their group of friends. My end of the bargain was to live free in their house, be available and willing and also be helpful around the place. That fit my budget and sexual needs perfectly. I guess I became the original rent boy at that point. For nearly four years my sexual needs and energies were consumed with this arrangement. I was getting my brains fucked out three times a week. Both men were careful about who they brought in to our little. Soon this will bea women only group - you used to know him as Simon the sexist but Ipresent - Simone! It was her decision to out herself."I walked in to whistles and cat calls from the girls and "Sissy!Faggot!" from the only two men left in the group. The lecturer toldthem if they called me that again they would have to come in dressedlike me and some of the girls blew them kisses.I had never been so humiliated in my life but the suport of the largemajority of the girls, it turned out some.