”“Eddie isn’t just some punk. He’s so much better than that.”“And not being punk would get him on the radio. And not just colleges.”“E...xactly.”He sighed. He thought about FOP, Moe’s ex band. How, except for Moe’s terrible drumming they had the four-four sound of disco, and without her he imagined them heading that way, only with her weird lyrics, though maybe losing them, the best part of their sound he thought. And Eddie becoming radio friendly. The whole thing about losing integrity. Selling. He reached out with his hand and touched it. I was….surprised that he took the liberty and I just froze like that, bent, in shock.”“Really? In shock or to tease him further?” I asked. She ignored my question and continued,“After a few seconds I got up and asked him what he was doing. He started apologizing, and said he was sorry. He had gotten carried away. I got angry and told him to leave at once. And he did.”“Ok…then?”‘Then he called me up after a while saying he was sorry and could he come. She bought me a French maid outfit and most afternoons whilst she was out working id be doing the housework, making sure everything was all fine for when mashed arrived home. There was never any femdom or cucking going on in my relationship with this girl, we treated each other the same. The maids outfit was purely my choice. Eventually after about four months of being a full time girl and learning everything about being a girl from my gf, she asked me if I was gay. I knew I wanted to. Whoever was on the other side made it flop a couple times, I fed about 4 quarters in, and grabbed it softly, I could feel the warmth, I stroked it a little. I heard the tapping, and the growing cock was removed, I heard someone whispering so I bent forward, looked in the whole and a duded said something ending in ITI moved closer to say “what” and the cock came back out, into my mouthWhy I didn't back off it I don't know, but I started moving my tongue around on it, and it grew, bigger, I.