She could feel Stephanie jump and knowing that she just did something right, Cathy moved to lick more and a deeper. Using long strokes she licked at S...tephanie’s pussy, loving the sweet taste of her. She then went to Stephanie’s clit with her tongue, gently licking it at first and then taking it between her lips slowly sucking on it. She loved the feel of the little hard fleshy nub on her tongue. By the sounds coming from Stephanie, Cathy could tell she liked it. Feeling braver and more then. It was obvious she hadn't expected to find me in the kitchen."I came to use the phone and saw it needed to be done," I said to explain my presence in her kitchen.She busied herself putting a few things away. "Did he take his heavy sleeping bag?" Yes ma'am," I said, remembering I had seen Charlie carrying a sleeping bag. I assumed it was heavy.She was partially bent over when she turned her head to look at me. "Please don't do that." What?" I asked, thinking she had caught me watching her. Remember that I will receive detailed reports about your behavior.’ That’s all, nothing more. At least an hour later the car stops and the door is opened. You step out – in the middle of the woods. ‘Where are we?’ you ask. ‘I am sorry Madame, but I am not at liberty to give you any further information. Would you be kind enough to take off your shoes and all jewelry. Leave all of your luggage in the car and follow that path. You will be met by someone.’ He says this in a tone of voice as if it. How can I tell people about things that I don't understand myself?I never thought of myself as gay. I had relationships with women. I hadsex with women and I enjoyed it. I never looked at men with any lustfulthoughts. But that all changed when I fell in love with a man. How canthat be?But, after all, who understands love? Not even science can explainattraction like this. All that I knew is that I have to be with Scott,and I need to make him love me back.I must have always been gay. I.