There had been an few women, but no one special till I met Sarah two years ago and now we were living together. The old attraction had never really di...d down; it was always there bubbling away under the surface, something unspoken, something that passed between us in risque comments and illicit glances. I never really knew whether Steve or Sarah knew about it or not; sometimes I think they suspected, but they never really made their suspicions known. It was all harmless enough. And then you. I have to admit, I'm not thinking about it that much anymore. If he wants to do so, he should just do it. I guess I should be flattered about it even. Most of the times I forget about it, apart from those rare moments when I see him in school, which reminds me of the whole experience. To be honest, knowing that a guy in school would probably suck my cock if I asked him to, it's pretty self assuring, if you know what I mean? If I could even get gay guys to like me, I'm sure to find a girlfriend. She is keeping another “slave” in another apartment, a few blocks away, who’s coming every month for a week or two.The fact that she had to split her time between her chaotic family, her hobby, her slaves and the fact that she is chaotic, unorganized and lazy (she sleeps almost everyday till at least 11 am), made my stay boring and unpleasant.Also her husband is terrible jealous. He has intestinal cancer and shits in a stoma, is impotent and has a conspiracy theory disorder. at a certain moment. She also gave me a pair of ladies chappal and asked me to wear it. I removed my chappal, put them in bike dicky and wore them. She asked me to pull my pant a little up so that the pant won’t be visible.Then again we started on the bike. I placed my hands near her pussy and started rubbing. She beat on my hand naughtily and asked me to wait for some time. Luckily no one noticed and I entered her home. She locked the main door and entered from the back entrance to fool others that no one is at.