The phone was answered and the person on the other end sounded mature and very female. She gave me direction and we set a time for later that day. I e...en took cash out of my credit account so that it was all very untraceable.The whole business meeting I felt like a nervous wreck, my mind rnning over the reality of what I was about to do and my concentration on the meeting at an all time low. Wow, sucking a cock and getting penetrated in my virgin arsehole for the first time. i really wonderd if. “You’re bi aren’t you?” she asked bluntly, that devilish grin still on her face.Mitch was perplexed. He was indeed bisexual, but he had never even come close to telling Misty this. “Yeah, I am, but how did you—”“I just know things about people,” Misty explained simply. “I had you pegged as bi from the moment I met you. That’s one of the reasons we get along so well,” she said with a wink. “Birds of a feather, you know.”“You mean you’re—” Mitch started.“Of course, I am,” Misty answered. He wore this tight black T and jeans and it was making my mind run in circles. So on our way down, there was this drain pipe under the street, about 20' in width and height. So i said "Oh Mickey! Gotta show you something cool!" "What is it?" Just really cool writing i found, c'mon!"We went down there, and i show him. He was actually impressed, but then i said something to sort of change the mood to something more... sensual..."Hey Mickey! Truth or Dare?" Haha... umm dare!" I dare you to go. When I woke, the terror of the night before returned to my mind. I decided to get out of this torture chamber before Gary returned. I crawled to the bedroom. There was no one there. I hadn't the energy to go any further. I climbed onto the bed and collapsed. I don't know how long I lay there before I was dragged from the bed by the hair. I screamed as I fell to the floor and was pulled towards the torture chamber. I saw Gary and my husband filming me. I tried to tear at the hand grabbing me but.