But I fell right into her trap. My wit came out to play.I started flirting back."If I stared at you, your beauty would blind me." Okay, that wasn't wi.... That was completely ludicrous over the top lame-ass line-tossing."Are you gay?"Damn, was my line that bad? Yeah, it was. Then I realized her question wasn't a response to my line -- she'd been gearing up to ask me that anyway.I supposed it was a good question, considering the indecipherable way I'd been behaving.I thought about answering "yes". That's not for public consumption. That's just going in a text to Jake, a kind of time-stamped record of proof. I just won a bet... with three minutes to spare. And I have your recorded confession that your actions are unforced."John looked back to his work.He was doing it, he was really doing it. Giving a man head.Well, not exactly, not yet. Right now he was sucking one of Derek's balls. His nose was nestled in the man's pubic hair. He had a sweet musky scent. John licked his way up from. She would let me pull out either. Ella whispered, “Mama said that I had to keep a cock inside me until it fell out on its own. Then I had to use to my mouth to clean it up real good afterwards. Then if I got it hard, I had him fuck me again.” I got hard before it fell out, so I fucked Ella for the second time thinking that it might never go down on its own. Ella got to suck it clean after that second time but in the process, I got hard again. The third time was the charm though and it finally. Ashirtwaist with a cute petticoat under it. My make up took me almost ahalf hour to put on and I wore one of my many wigs. I was eating asalad, daintily, at my kitchen table when without warning, my kitchendoor; which I always kept locked, especially when in my femme role,opened and Hilda walked in carrying a brief case. To say I was surprisedwould be an understatement. I had lost the power of speech and controlover my bladder; I felt the warm liquid running down my pantyhose cladlegs. "Wow,".