Hell, only a half-dozen years ago I probably would have judged any of my friends for telling me a story half as crazy as what I lived. I guess I don�...�t care if strangers judge me, or call me a whore for what I’ve done. And actually, that’s exactly what I became during this life-changing experience. And, besides, I’ve grown to like when strangers call me a whore now, so I dare you to do your worst.I had already gone through a pretty dramatic life change about 6 years ago, when my husband told me. And I’m hardly ever sick at sea. Stop it! Go on. ‘But I don’t tell the truth, either. I let people draw conclusions. I need you to know. If I don’t tell you now, I won’t ever be able to. I’m a monster. I’m sure I’d enjoy doing all the things that other guy wanted to do.’ Her voice never got hard. ‘So. So is this where you tell me I was right and you never cared for me?’ What do you say? There was my opening. Miss Straight-Line was setting it up. ‘Did you? Did you ever care for me?’ ‘No. I never. ”Upon hearing this, Ray abruptly pulled his finger out of my vagina.“Hey, don’t stop now! It felt really good,” I admitted.“Are you sure?” Ray asked playfully.“Yes, I’m sure, silly,” I replied, and was immediately rewarded, as I felt Ray’s finger slide back up into my vagina, and then felt the tip of his curved finger begin massaging my G-spot once again. “I’m also sure that Art didn’t know what a ‘G-spot’. Sucked off at least a dozen while another dozen fucked her. I started feeling a little dizzy. But this is only a glass of wine. The show ended and the lights started to dim. After a few moments the lights came on and the MC was calling me up. The audience was chanting Jamie Jamie we want Jamie. Oh My What Did I Get Into? I was practically pushed on stage. There was what looked like a padded saw horse with leather straps center stage. What is that I asked. It's your stage prop Honey. Climb on,.