He was easily the most handsome man I’d ever laid eyes on. “Are you gonna get that?” He repeated, snapping me out of my gaze. “Uh- no. I’m n...ot. It’s just my parents: I’ll call them back later,” I muttered, tearing my eyes away from his large biceps. “Who are you?” “Ryder,” he smiled, “your new roommate.” He said as he collapsed onto his bed, which was next to mine. I didn’t fucking want a male roommate! I wanted a female roommate! Someone I could chat to about boys, and stay up late talking. She asked why is your junk sticking out so far. I said excuse me? She asked again but this time she reached out and rubbed my CB3000. OH , she said , what is that? I told her it was a chastity device. She got all interested in what I was telling her. She said you mean you can't fuck ? I told her yes, my wife doesn't allow me to have sex. She said how does she cope with no sex? I said mam , I can't have sex, she has sex with who ever she wishes. OH she said, I've heard of that ..it's called umm.. "The next one was a pink babydoll with open cups exposing my breasts. When I came out my husband was talking to the 60 old man whose name was Greg. Greg looked me up and down. My husband told me to model the outfit, turning around and walking up and down the aisle making sure to move my arse. By the time I got to the end of the aisle and turned around the couple, Mike and Helen, had joined my Husband and Greg. When I reached them my husband asked "What are you." I looked at him for mercy but. I’m sorry that I don’t have any sordid tales to tell you. Your turn. All I’ve got is the boring stuff. Tell me about you and Iowa.’ ‘I was born in Kentucky. I started violin lessons when I was seven and we moved to Iowa the summer before I went to high school.’ ‘That explains the accent.’ ‘Yes. I had one boyfriend in high school. His name was William. I thought he was cute even though he was kind of nerdy. He had to quit school to help on his family’s chicken ranch. We drifted apart and that.