.. I’m pretty drunk too man... There’s no fucking way I’m telling anyone about this. You’re cool ... I just have to go.”And a few minutes la...ter I was in my car hauling ass through the neighborhoods to get to my house. Once I got home still very drunk and high, I immediately jumped in the shower and blew my load almost immediately thinking about what could’ve happened if I would’ve stayed. I remember feeling weird and confused and nervous for several days after that experience. ‘How could I. What I find fascinating about this is how distinctly different women'sgender roles are to men. I had been so seduced by all the femininefeelings and all the acceptance that I lost track of the fact that itwasn't my party, it was for someone else, and I felt depressed when theMY party suddenly became SOMEONE ELSE'S party. I can definitely see nowhow beautiful women can sometimes fall into the unpleasant trap ofbecoming a prima donna- men are always fawning on them and making themfeel like the. . Ah, I see that Annabelle has finished servicing you, Sir Geoffrey. You have Our permission to leave Us now."That was as firm a dismissal that I was likely to get that was not an order for my death, so I turned invisible after walking to the doorway. I did jump to the throne room to see what was going on there, and the puppet of the King was still presiding. Ah, that proved that the King did not know what was actually going on, so I was pretty sure that indicated that he was not privy to the. I didn’t hear the car that pulled into the driveway. I didn’t hear the front door open and close. I didn’t hear the footsteps coming up the stairs. I didn’t notice anything that I should have been concerned about until, right in the middle of the moaning, screaming, and groaning, with me still thrusting my cock into Jenny from behind, Jenny’s door opened. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the figure in the doorway. Jenny must have seen it at the same time. We both turned to look. Standing.