After what felt like an age and no sounds coming from the room I crept forward and peered in. On the bed was a woman in what looked like an expensive ...evening gown asl**p on the bed. An empty bottle of wine lay on the floor. I gently pushed open the door and silently entered. ‘Quietly now’. I was thinking as I crept in. I went to her dresser and went through her jewels selecting the best ones. I turned to leave when I spotted her handbag on the bedside table. I snuck across and opened it. I took. “Please fuck me…please fuck me…please fuck me…” I babbled.This drew moans from the women and a triumphant smile from the man. He pushed the head of his dick just inside me and then drove it deep with one violent thrust. I jerked against my bonds and gave a loud scream as his hips slammed into my ass (apparently the neighbors were going to get the whole show). With only a short pause, he pulled most of the way out and then remorselessly thrust it back in, drawing another involuntary squeal. Afraidof what would happen I begged her to allow me to suck the sissy girls forher. Tasha approached me and lifted her petticoats up and rested them onmy head and in a sweet little voice said only "suck it gimp". Knowing Ihad no choice I took her soft clit in my mouth and worked my tonguearound it and felt it harden to its full 8". It wasn't very thick butstill made its way to the back of my throat. I couldn't move my head muchin my position do she grabbed the back of my head and started. “I just know these things about young men,” he responded. “Well this time you are wrong,” I said. “I’m not gay nor do I have gay tendencies.” Later that night back in my room, I began to wonder what gave Manny the idea I was gay. Was it something he noticed or was he just on a fishing expedition? My mind was in a tizzy and I wondered if Manny was possibly gay. I had no way of knowing or even what to look for in deciding someone was gay. During the night, I had dreams about people looking at me.