I guess at the time I preferred the "bi" label. I just wasn't ready to accept I was gay. I mean, I dated girls in high school and kept my high school ...girlfriend when college started. We would make love and I actually asked her to marry me. I guess that's how I justify my so-called bi status today.Still, I was about to discover if I had to give her up in exchange for male to male sex, it would be a no-brainer. I would choose a man over her. Fortunately, she hasn't put me that test and I doubt. "I must be losing weight or something. My corset feels quitecomfortable." You're probably just getting used to it." Yeah, that must be it," I agreed as we helped each other get uprightand dug our toes into our slippers.Naturally, our first act was to relieve ourselves and this necessitateda visit to Victoria and Sophia's suite of rooms. We minced down thestairs and knocked softly on their door."Who is it?" called Sophia."Michelle and Janice, we need to unlock our corsets." OK, the door's not. " The Cheif handed me a crimson bottle of some exotic mixture of oil and spices from Turkey. "Please do the honors." "Uh, right here?" I studied at the flask in my hand like it was going to bite me. Then I glanced at Sheila impatiently waited for me to play masseuse. Naked, she stood before me, her hands on her hips and her legs spread eagle, daring me to disobey. "Do you want a standing lube-job or do you usually lay down when you get an oil change?" "Today I prefer to stand. Don't miss a spot. . I think I want to take you up on your offer."Angilee felt she had been backed into a corner, first by a visit to Madame Leseur who informed her that money would soon be plentiful even though her path would be fraught with peril, and the fact that Angilee had been fired that afternoon. She had had no way to know that the beautiful blonde customer, about her own age, whose looks toward Angilee were not so subtle, was attempting a lesbian encounter for the first time. When Angilee had followed.