"I got the coffees and brought the back to our desks. Troy was looking at my notes."Is everything okay?" Yeah, I was just glancing at them." No commen...s?" Not yet, I was looking at your handwriting more than the content. Handwriting can tell a lot about a person." What does mine tell you?" That you pay attention to detail, you're neat, precise and don't rush." All that from my handwriting, and that quickly?" I could learn more if I studied your writing in more depth, it's a hobby of mine. It. Jake then told the two men "Shave the sissy to match the other bitch." They then shaved my head, underarms and pubic area and even the fewhairs on my chest and around my asshole. When they had me hairless hetold Mary, "Get over here and prepare sissy's asshole for use." Sheobeyed and started licking my asshole and even worked her tongue insideof me. I never dreamed my prudish wife would do such a thing. Jaketold me, "Sissy, tell the bitch you love her as an ass licker." By nowI knew that. Even with the great ability to fall in love with each pussy toting girl, my sex life was still within my own hands and my big cock. None of the girls gave me a second look, although my big cock was famous, as talked by those, who had seen it. I did not know the reasons but everybody knew, Ryan was also virgin and we both sympathized about being virgins in spite of all the marvelous girls around us. Johnson always boasted to have fucked every other girl on campus and he always told me and Ryan. I walked into the bar and Lotta was wearing a skintight black lacy dress that shower off her toned legs and relatively small cleavage; like a tiny miniture version of Emma Starr. We kissed and greeted one another like old times, she had really gone all out and done her hair with curly corkscrew locks, she smiled as she spoke and kept placing a hand on my knee as our drinks arrived sitting on our bar stools. "I still fantasize about you." she said leaning forward. "I still finger myself.