This was also to ensure that my privacy, one of the most valuable cornerstones of my marketability, was kept.Tanya who lived with me, was upstairs asl...ep, and I was padding about half dressed in my stocking feet and a thin see through pajama top too energized to sleep. Wearing Hugh Courtney-Fletcher's creation on the runway tonight, and being the center of such a large show, was one of the highlights of my career. Print work was fine, I loved seeing myself in magazines, and to this day never. It is about seven to eight inches and the perfect thickness. It’s by far the most beautiful cock I have ever had, and I am so glad it’s mine to use whenever I want.I turned my head to look and he was rock hard. This was really turning him on. The sight of his beautiful hard cock turns me on, too. I looked into his eyes, then down at his cock again, and then back at his eyes. He had that look of lust that I have seen a thousand times. I knew he was desperate to fuck me. I was going to. "She stared at me and blushed. I almost felt like she could tell what I was thinking. But she said nothing. And the conversation resumed.The dinner was great, and about a half hour later, the girls said they were going swimming.I was in the living room chilling when they came back in wrapped in towels. They said they were going upstairs and going to clean up, take a shower, and dry off. I said I'd be just hanging out in the living room.I have no fucking idea why I did it. I really don't know.. He was out and out 'faggy gay'; he had thelisp, the effeminate mannerisms, and dressed al la David Bowie circa1973. Also, he didn't hit on Lucy or me unlike Bruno who took everyopportunity to rub his crotch against our asses behind the crowded bar.I didn't really mind, it went with the job and was reassuring in some waythat my secret was safe.One evening Bruno cornered me in the stockroom; he'd been drinking on thejob and his blood was up. He pressed me against the shelving with hisbig haunch.