There was row after row of dark green shelves. Each row was four layers tall with each shelf filled with crates and boxes. At the end of each shelf wa...s a small sign written in the funny language.There were people who were not wearing cloaks scurrying among the rows, some carrying clipboards, others with small packages. I looked at TreFual and nodded toward the workers. "Only field agents have to wear cloaks in public areas. These people never leave leave this area. They live and work in here.. To me none of this seemed weird or wrong and it still doesn't to this day, it felt good and I thought it normal for a couple of guys to mutually jerk off together. We continued with hand jobs for a couple of months, I would meet Daniel at his house before school and would help him jerk off in the shower, in bed, in the kitchen and then we would both head to school and meet with our girlfriends. The one day, in late July (which is cold winter Sydney) I went around to Daniels as I did every day. It's something we do for fun now and then. Believe it or not, it has never led to anything. A scene came on where a guy was put in a wig and satin nightgown and fucked by a beautiful blond dominatrix with a strap on. We laughed at what an ugly girl he made and somehow it came up that I had a girlish look to me. She said that I would look much more like a girl in the wig and nightgown than the guy from the movie. I just smiled.Later that day out of nowhere, she told me that she'd like to test. ‘Hi, I’m Louise Beck—Julia’s mom—you must be Bill.’ ‘Pleased to meet you, ma’am!’ he stammered as he slid out of the truck and shook her hand. ‘Julia, why don’t you invite Bill in for a soda?’ Louise shot over her shoulder with a ‘won’t take no for an answer’ look as she walked towards the house. In the farm kitchen, Bill and Julie shared a soda as Louise asked them about the yearbook work. When his drink was done, Bill rose and said his goodbyes. As he was heading for the door, on a whim he.