He's mine, D-Line goes first." There were now six giant men standing around me while my mouth was being used. Deebo stood up, pulling his head out of ...y mouth, for a moment it looked like he might fight them to fuck my mouth. "Hey dog, it's cool. Just don't tear him up too bad before I get a shot." Deebo stepped over the bench, and my face, and dragged his balls across my eyes. Hernandez came over and sat down lifting my legs and laying them on his lap. I had fantasized about exactly this. I was going to be a kept man. Just a gigolo. I knew damned well that Emmy wasn't thinking in those terms. It was insulting to her for me, even, to be thinking in those terms.But I was. I guess I was still a charter member of the "You Gotta Have a Dick" school. If you're going to buy the house, and the groceries, and pay the electric bill for a whole family of people, well, then, you gotta have a dick.Stupid? You bet! You think I didn't realize it was stupid? But it was preying on my mind, all. As I was admiring all, she handed me Louboutin four inch heel pumps encrusted with a sensational multicolored gemstones. Even though they were nothing more than black patent leather with jewelry wearing them made me feel exquisitely sexy and special. Looking into a mirror I saw myself transformed into a statuesque vision of sexuality and what in my fantasies was an erotic ideal, was made real. Janeda was not finished with me. She took a soft makeup brush and applied an iridescent shade of red. She wore the Red Sox cap most of that day, her light brown hair sticking out the opening in the back of the hat and flowing down in a loose pony tail. She wore the hat even while trying on various items of ladies underwear. I sat in a chair just outside a dressing room door, holding my bundle in my lap as she paraded in front of me in skimpy bra and panty sets, thongs and shear over garments that left almost nothing to the imagination. I was getting skin and the sight was affecting me. Two.