"Thank you," I said, and then stood up. I went and fetched him a damp wash cloth. He took it; wiped himself; and handed it back to me without a word... His concern for being viewed as a 'man', and not a 'fag', was all important to his sense of self, and I understood that. To have thanked me, in his way of viewing things, would have placed him inside the 'faggot' category, and that was something he would never accept. So I thanked HIM, instead; even though he didn't acknowledge the reason for. Or at least I shouldhave. After nearly a month of servicing Jeff's cock and fucking myselfsilly on my dildo lover things took a turn.I came home from work a little early on a day Laura was off as well.When I got home she was out, but as soon as I walked into the house thephone rang. I grabbed it, not really thinking much about it."Hello Erica!" Jeff cooed in my ear. "Your services are required. Iexpect you to be on your knees sucking your 'lover' in less than 30minutes. Today you are to clean. My favorite is when the track team has to dress up for a meet day and she wears the tightest one piece dress with sperrys. Almost all of her beautiful tan legs show and the way her ass moves so freely in it makes my cock jump. Monday was a meet day. The weekend was fun and relaxing, but surprisingly this Monday morning I woke up feeling pretty good. Whether it was the fact I get to see Laurens body in that dress, or since the grade I got on my calculus test on Friday was so good. I got to. Then sitting on the bench he found his fancy grey/blue patterned nylon school socks. His light grey crimplene trousers were hanging on the peg and he pulled them up, zipping the fly. His tie was navy blue acetate with diagonal stripes and slipped making a sound on his nylon shirt collar as he pulled it round. Finally he slipped his black crimplene school blazer over his nylon shirt, the nylon lining sliding easily over the top.“Right, get your stuff, you won’t be coming back here this.