Come stand here in front of Mistress, My pet, good boy. Turn round face Mistress friends. Mistress comes to stand behind Her slave, and brings Her a...ms round him and slowly starts caressing his chest, playing with and squeezing his nipples, Her friends are sitting on the edge of their chairs, Mistress understands their yearning but She wants them so aroused they will do anything She orders. Mistress breasts against your back causes Her cock to rise and Mistress friends eyes widen at the. "Theresa?" The friend you told me you were afraid to talk to."I felt Julia was way off. "No," I said. "Well, they both have brown hair. But..." Do you have a picture of her?"I thought about it. No, I'd never imagined the woman was Theresa or anything like that and I no, I wasn't sexually attracted to Theresa and it seemed Julia was off on a tangent. But I had asked Julia for advice so I decided to go along with her and I found a snapshot of me and Theresa. Julia looked at it. "Have I met her?". I wanted you to get rid of her, to prove to me that you loved me. But I knew that you wouldn't do it, so I didn't even bother asking you. Instead, I just gave you hell. Then you made it worse when you stopped mentioning her to me." The only reason I stopped talking about her was to keep us from fighting." I exploded. "Every time I mentioned her name, you would go off on a rampage."I caught my breath and went on in a strangled tone. "If it was bothering you so much, why didn't you just tell me. For sure, I am not yet ready for prime time. I stand up from the bed, ready to exit my room. As I move past the hole in the wall, for some stupid reason, my fingers run over the mirror surface. I try to stop, but my fingers keep going. Heading towards the three inch circle and the black bulge. My fingers arrive. Hesitate. Technically, the bulge is in my space, my room. I can do anything I want to it. Smash it, slice it, or kick it. Ignore it. Instead, I press my fingers against the bulge. A.