Marsha's hand remained a mere inch from the other girl's breast as their smoky gazes locked on each other's."It's okay," Marsha said soothingly. "I pr...mise to be gentle."My dad," Lana sighed."He's watching TV, Lana. He's not paying any attention to us." Just the same, he might hear us."Marsha leaned in and kissed Lana on the nose. "We'll just have to be quiet. Won't we?"Lana nodded as she loosened her grip and let her hand fall to her side. She shivered with anticipation as goose bumps spread. When I was talking to my co-workers about my move, I realized it was an amazing place for a party. I called Becky and asked, "How do you feel about a housewarming party this weekend?" Who would we invite?" she asked."Friends, co-workers, acquaintances," I told her. "I thought it's a great house for a party, and it would be fun to have one. We can get some food catered in and just have a nice time." Ummm, sir, I think it would be nice, but may I be so presumptuous as to ask what the dress code. That's not to say that Ihave no erotic thoughts. I find my complete submission to Helen eroticand I love the feeling of deep humiliation I get when I compare myself toa normal heterosexual man. I have never harboured homosexual urges butwhat I find deeply appealing is the power exchange I feel when I kneeldown or bend over and allow a real man to take pleasure from me. Derekwas the first man to do that to me and it only happened about two daysago but I knew from the moment I took his large. Sal, the owner, is sorta their pimp. He knows what they do and provides a safe place to advertize and a steady stream of customers willing to pay well for some hot ass. Sal is hooked in with a few lower-level mob types, some of the same guys who were trying to recruit me to do enforcement and collections work in high school. The girls need someone to make sure the house rules are obeyed and that is what I do.I also play chauffeur/bodyguard when they take jobs that require them to go any farther.