They were aroused when I had charged into the gang to rescue them. And when I had distracted the gang of toughs by saying they were my “pre-pack” ...hey suddenly realized that I might be their ticket off-planet.Tara’s skirt had ridden up enough that I caught a glimpse of her white cotton panties. I shifted my eyes to Tamera’s face.They pressed me again about my CAP score.I started telling them that they didn’t understand what they were asking for. Concubinage was absolute and permanent. To be. We took great comfort in each other's friendship, though, and would often sit on my front steps and chat for hours. We never really talked about sex since we didn't know who might be in earshot, but we eventually got to the point where we'd sit very close together so that our bodies could touch each other as much as possible without being obvious. Sometimes we'd discretely hold hands for a few minutes, but our palms always got sweaty with anxiety about being seen and made fun of by kids playing. I slapped her bum hard and snapped, “How dare you – I’m your mistress, I initiate the sex. Get on the bed on your hands and knees and present that magnificent arse to me.” And it is a magnificent arse, as was all the rest of her body, clearly this little lady kept herself in shape. But she responded, and in a few seconds she presented me with a gorgeous view of two perfect globes with her sphincter winking between them. I reached out and grabbed a tube from my bag, and squeezed a generous. Let’s finish the coffee and move from here. I wanted to talk to him in private. He told ok. We finished coffee, moved out of the cafe and started walking.Now I asked him – “Are you really married?” He replied – “Yes.”“Then how come you’re gay? Are you bisexual?” He said no. I was shocked. Then what about the daughters? I asked him to explain to me clearly. He then told me this story.“I’m gay and don’t want to marry anyone. But as my parents forced, I was scared to admit that I’m gay. I couldn’t.