I asked for some water, and Sarah got up from the seat. I asked her to sit down, talk to Judy. She pointed out the kitchen, and I went inside. It was ...a spacious one.I drank water and was returning to the hall. I heard Judy saying, “He has a long rod, and you can make use of it completely.” Sarah replied that she wanted, “But you disturbed me,” and they both laughed. I came to the hall and sat right next to Sarah.Judy: Did I disturb you, Varun?Me: No, nothing like that.Judy: Sarah said that I. I love you!” “I know – but maybe not like this.” I could tell she was nervous – or maybe even afraid. She was clenching her hands like she used to do when she was younger and her neck and cheeks were flushed. And what the hell was “like this”? “OK. I am trusting you with this. I mean really trusting you! Here goes…. I am not a virgin – no secret to you – at least in the final act sense. But I am mentally – what I mean is there has been absolutely no intense thrill for me from the sex. The. First she tells me to strip and I follow her orders. She grabs my small cock tightly and places a chastity device on it. She then tells me to bend over, and I know what's coming. She places a plug in my butt and then grabs a purple thong and stretches it high up my ass and over my thighs. I tight black miniskirt comes next leaving almost nothing to the imagination. A matching purple bra and then a pink cami follow suit. "You look ah-mazing!" she says. She grabs her purse and locks arms with me. The more I thought about it, the more I realised that maybe I’m not really dominant at all. Maybe that’s never really been my true role. I seemed to get this glimpse of a new reality where my relationships may all make so much more sense if I saw myself as men did - as I wanted and made men see me. The girly girl they wanted to look after and to fuck. But what about Samantha. Why was I even asking this in the same context as reviewing my sex life? Samantha is a woman for God sake! I’m not gay..