All of them had told me that they loved me, had asked me the big question [more than once] and were what I needed. They were all strong dominant males..., a little older, all pretty well endowed and, they all knew how to keep me towing the line. Roger was the first and, I would have been fixed for life. ******While this [his return] was expected, the timing could have been a little better. I’d just spent an evening with two guys from New York, who’d tried to fuck me to death. They’d taken turns. As I peeled them down her hips I was staring right at her pussy. She had a triangle patch of hair on her mound that was pointing down and the rest was bare. Once her panties were down far enough she just sat a peed while I was still on my knees in front of her. She let out a sigh of relief. She was so pleased to be emptying her bladder. As I sat there looking at her pussy Stormy started talking about Spike and how much she hated him. Soon she told me that she was done and that I needed to wipe. “They feel very good,” I said. Then I corrected myself. “I mean the bra feels very good.” My hands were still on her breasts when she opened her eyes. “Okay, then it’s decided. I’ll get this bra and panty set too!” she said. All that was left were the three items I had picked out for her. She asked me what I had found and I handed her the small pair of briefs. The size 6 pair. “These might be a little small,” she said as she held them and looked at them. “Let me get out of these first.” She. It occurred to me that they were discussing my body; my long legs and shoulder length hair. They were actually talking about what a pretty sissy I was. That made me feel really good. I got up and went to a nearby ice machine and refilled my glass and was walking back to where I'd been sitting, perhaps swishing a bit with my walk since I knew i was being admired. Before I sat back down they called down to me, asking if I'd like to come up and join them. I couldn't really see them in the shadows,.