"I knew you would be delicious the first time I saw you. Gaydar, you know." "What's that?" I asked. "It's kind of an outdated term. A gay person can a...lways spot another gay person. It's like radar but for sexuality." "How about my mother?" I asked. "No way," Karla said. "She's a beautiful woman but definitely straight. And we have to be very careful not to hold hands or do anything wrong that she might pick up on. Can you do that?" We found times for two other sessions on that trip and she flew. Why was my penis still hard?'A maid's place is in the home, taking care of her master,' her mouth slid down across the master's hard penis. Her master's aching penis. A penis which needed to be loved and pampered and taken care of so the master could concentrate on earning money for the household.'Earning money...' I muttered, 'don't I need to earn money?'The master's briefcase was on the coffee table this time, open and filled with important-looking documents. It was his job to earn the. Instead of cries of pain came moans of pleasure from the switch-hitting Ms. Helene. When they were done Ms. Helene had the maid bring me another joint. After about 3 hits I began to feel light-headed and soon passed out.I awoke a short time later attached firmly to a table in what appeared to be some type of a medical exam room. I was naked except for a gag in my mouth with a tube in it and some type of gas mask over my whole head. Sound was garbled, but I could see my Lady Laura, Mistress. I was so exhausted. I felt Sam shift below me, and she slowly slid me off of her body, sliding so that she was laying next to me. I heard Monica start to laugh again but then she let out a low curse.“What are you all doing here,” Monica’s voice was irritated and I heard a muted response. Mildly curious, I pulled my eyes open, my vision blurry as I blinked rapidly to clear it. I could hear male voices, and then felt Sam get up next to me, her voice shrill.“Seriously? Initiation? This isn’t rush.