”I opened the car door and leaned out, to throw up into the gutter. It was sickening. I pulled deep lungfuls of cold air into my lungs as I heaved m...y lunch onto the curb until I hurt. I spit the last of it out and pulled back into the car and tried to catch my breath. Emma looked like she was mad and Lana looked like she wanted to cry. I know I did. I liked those girls. They’d been nice to me since the lie had been exposed. They hadn’t done more than smile at me in the hall or say hello, but it. He was naked and sporting a limp dick, looking like the character, Mr Burns, from the Simpsons.I wanted to behave like a sex starved slut and being hypnotized, was my excuse, to do so and John would think like wise.'I want to fuck you' I said pleadingly, both as ordered in my post hypno state and for real in my horny fucking self-loving cock worshiper.He was standing at the bottom of the bed and I went up to him gathering him in my arms, kissing him full on the lips and forcing my long tongue. I was let with the sandal paste till night. It was my first night our bedroom was decorated with jasmine buds and bed spread with rose petals. My dad was waiting for me in bed; I was send in with a glass of milk like a bride. Mom told me instructions and I followed. I handed the milk to dad and I bend to his feet to get blessing. He took me holding my shoulder; he made me sit on his lap and fed milk from the glass. I fed him half glass to him. Mom came to the room and asked dad to start. Dad. He was one of those people who didn't wear their sexuality on their sleeve, but we had observed enough to realise he was gay."One night at dinner, after a couple of bottles of good wine, Nigel told us for the first time that he was gay and hoped we didn't mind. We both assured him we'd known he was gay for years and of course we didn't mind. 'The only thing is Nigel', I added, 'you are always welcome in our house as long as you shake my hand and kiss my wife. When you want to reverse that,.