‘You won’t know me, but my name is Helen Jones and I work for the Samaritans. Tony has contacted us through the internet and has asked me to speak... to you. She has…..’ Suddenly shocked, I pulled the phone away from my ear and clamped a hand over the mouthpiece and turned towards Tony alongside me. ‘She?’ I asked him in a strangled voice. I felt his fingers touch my lips to be silent and push the phone back up to my ear. ‘Er… I’m sorry Helen. I didn’t catch the last part, I got distracted by. In accordance to the rules I had been waking her with breakfast in bed every morning before I left for work but today she had demanded an earlier wake up call, so I woke up at 6:30 and prepared her breakfast, taking it in to Queen Bee at 7, expecting to be dismissed in order to carry out my usual morning chores, but today she simply lifted the cover, and pointed to her pussy, trapping me beneath the covers as I ate her out. As she ate, Queen Bee farted repeatedly, and I could hear her laughing. ?" Well, look at me." I know. You look like a girl. How do you do it?" I don't know. I just think of myself as a girl. When I'm Donna, I look like Donna. Act like Donna." He was perplexed.So our dressup session was a little less nice than it might have been. I was ecstatic, with all these lovely dresses to wear. I had never thought I'd be able to do this again. But Pete kept looking at me and at his reflection, and he was unhappy with the way he looked.So what happened then? Did one of. .." Paul said in a dreamy tone than seemed as if he were in a deep state of enchantment. He identified the author of those words to be those of the great American poet Walt Whitman before he resumed sucking on my cock. I came fond of these strange interludes when he'd stop and quote a poet in the middle of a sexual activity. For Paul was never frivilous nor merely a transitory pleasure. Sometimes he referred to his lovers as his "little poems". As Ty and Yukio continued fucking before us,.