She was writhing up and down on the dildo as it gently massaged her pussy.“There was a call from Master McGifford. His air-conditioner isn’t worki...ng properly, Sir,” she told her father as he approached.“Maybe if Mike didn’t run his air at 69 degrees all the time it wouldn’t break down,” he chuckled. “Send over your brother to fix it,” he said.“You fix our A/C units here?” my Dad asked.“It is all part of your Home Owner Association dues,” Master Davidson explained that it was an all-inclusive. We then walked the block to her home. I kept a respectful distance behind her, wondering how I had never noticed how her butt wriggles like Jell-O in an earthquake. She had a very small but clean apartment that overlooked the city from the third floor and was done nicely bright and cheerful. Capturing her bubbly personality.After making our drinks she said, “Emily would you mind if I took a quick shower. I smell like food?”"Sure," I said giggling. "I'll enjoy the view...of the city," I said as. The one thing that the calls from Johnnie showed Sue was that the hurt that led to the funk and all of her self proclaimed ‘failures’ was so inward and personal that even her Johnnie’s calls weren’t lifting her from the depths to which she allowed herself to sink. It was a grim world for her but one that she recognized, had in a large part created, was familiar with, was comfortable with, and, as the days went on, one that she reveled in. It was a solitary world, no one was trying to break in,. Linda came out to me a few years back that she was lesbian. She had one encounter with a man, and she knew from it that she was attracted to women, both physically and emotionally. I, of course, did not judge her, and as a matter of fact, congratulated her for finding her true self and having the courage to tell someone. I came out to my family about my bisexuality a while back, and know just how liberating the truth can be.Even though Linda knew I was bisexual, and I now knew she was lesbian,.