I knew i wasn't what he was looking for,i'm white,a little on the heavy side and an average size dick. but i was hoping that maybe i could join him ON... one of his BBC's. after a few weeks i realized it wasn't gonna happen that way,and stopped spending my money to talk on the ladies side,and decided to try doing what this tranny was doing to try and get me some BBC. so here i was talking on the woman's side of a phone chat service and getting more responses than i knew what to do with. a decent. I made eye contact with a nice looking lady at the end of the bar and smiled. She was around 35 with a large frame and shoulder-length reddish/brown hair surrounding a slightly freckled face. She wore a beautiful suede coat that prevented me from checking out her tits, but she was cute enough to catch my interest. As I sipped my draft and scanned the baseball games being shown on the TVs above the bar--a hand tapped me on the arm and there she was. "Mind if I sit next to you" she asked. . I wasn’t surprised. They had called me a few times asking for an interview or quotes. I gave my standard response: As long as they marked Fact or Speculation and followed that up, I would let them write what they wanted. Justice was very reputable. “Looks that way.”“Are you the first non-Hero to make the cover?”“I haven’t paid attention. Go ahead and read. We won’t be getting much done today.”“The top three minds worldwide are Strife, Gallant then you.” I nodded. “I made 5th of the upcoming. I could look forward tothat. But Mistress made no mention of any days when I might skip wearingthe infernal corset.Alas, hungry as I was I couldn't eat more than half my food. I supposedthat the corset was dictating the size of my meal together with all theother ways it dominated me. Putting my food tray in the trash, I took myphone and half-full glass of wine with me to my bedroom, turning outlights along the way. What a strange 24 hours it had been. I hoped thenext 24 would bring me some.