I figured out that a lot of the stuff our society runs on doesn't apply to me. Elitist? Arrogant? Probably. Responsible for myself and my actions? Def...initely. That was the key, the thing every question my father asked led to. Responsibility. The R word.I also realized that sometimes, you have to play the game. Maureen and her husband both pretended to be devout churchgoers. Oh, they went to church, and they gave more than their share of cash, but they weren't devout, at least as far as religion. By the time they were teenagers they had been having sex with each other for several years and were quite good at pleasuring one another. It was of course a lot easier for Kate to go out and find a boyfriend. She did have a few that thought her large clit was too much like a dick and rejected her. This did turn her into quite a bitch. Terri had a much harder time. How could she meet a guy and fall in love when she wasn't quite a full female. She couldn't have k**s, could have a family and it. ’ She giggled into her hand after that last pun. I got a kick out of her newfound modesty, which seemed totally out of character given her attire and pervious, hard-boiled attitude when she described the plugs. Smiling at her, I said, ‘Okay, I’ll take two of those medium-sized plugs…’ Cutting me off, she said, ‘Hmm, his and hers. I like it. Now, I don’t want to tell you what to do, but my boyfriend only likes using these smaller, finger-sized plugs on himself. He’s such a guy. Anyway, as a guy,. Maybe I should call Tiffany and ask her to come over. Then we could put up a show. Right in front of the window. I will kneel over Tiffany’s face and let her eat me inside out. With one arm I reach back to stick my finger into my tight ass. I will look out of the window, sweat running down my face, and my body will shake with one orgasm after the other. How about that, Master? But that means I would have to tell Tiffany. No, for now this has to stay between me and the pervert. I pull up the.