Chapter 3

I'd arranged my flight and Hans' to arrive in San Diego about twenty minutes apart, with mine arriving first, since neither Greg or Karen had ever seen Hans. Karen sent Greg to the airport to pick us up. He knew what I looked like, I'd starred in enough porn movies with his wife, though I wondered if he ever actually looked at my face.

Greg was only a couple inches taller than Karen, so about 5-9, slim build, sandy hair. No one could accuse him of being a gym rat. More like a video gamer. Handsome enough, I guess, in an androgynous, almost effeminate way. I could see why Karen might want to sissify him. He might be cute dressed as a woman.

I didn't know how Karen planned for me to deal with him, so I was vaguely neutral, giving him a brief hello and handed him my carry on. I didn't plan on wearing that much in the way of clothes, even if I was going to be here six days. Maybe a night or two at a restaurant. Mostly, I planned to be shoving my cock