"I hate goodbyes."I looked up into Gary's face. He breathed out heavily through his nose, but then he nodded to Jake.Gary walked over to stand at the ...head of the table, and tapped a knife against a glass while Jake quickly took the tray of champagne glasses around so that everyone had one. Jake looked surprised to have one left over at the end, and his eyes flicked around the room, searching to see who he'd missed. I went over to him."Kate was here, but she seems to have left already," I said. Gimp waited eagerly for the next order from Mistress. The confusion was too much. Gimp wasn't sure what to do. If he continued or stopped, he could be punished. Was this more mental torture?Gimp looked at Mistress. She looked back with a blank face. Was she pleased or not? Gimp had no idea.Mistress stood up, walked across the room and stood between Ferrari and Gimp, her crutch within inches of Gimp.Gimp could smell her sweetness and knew she was wet. Mistress was happy but would never. Eventually I gave in, but I didnt have sex. Yes, I know its stupid, but instead of having sex, I gave up the ass. It wasnt as bad as I thought it would be, and sometimes it was actually nice. I think for the most part I liked the attention, liked the idea of being a woman that a guy desired. So thats pretty much how my Junior year went. I dated a few guys, had a few random hook ups, and when the year ended, I was guy free. The summer went by with absolutely no men involved. I mean I partied. I wasn't the only one who thought so either. Emily stood beside the bed, unable to take her eyes off the visual feast Brenda was so casually offering up to us. I knew any further delay would bring in the real risk that Emily would throw herself on Brenda. I knew I needed to check with Joyce just one more time. If she didn't stop me, I'd definitely be committed.This was the culmination of four years of my social experiences. I was preparing to risk it all, going against all of my own instincts,.