A Poor Actor Looking For A Break I Was Introduced To My Sponsor

I just turned forty, I'm a resident actor in a large city company. When I first arrived in the city, after college I lived with a lesbian roommate. We became friends, but not lovers, like sisters. One day she told me of someone she knew who was kept in an apartment by a rich man. He saddled her and bridled her and rode her on Sunday. That's what I needed, a man who kept a lesbian beauty, to saddle and bridle.

I lived with her a little over a year when she presented me to a man who collected exotic cars. She bet a lesbian would be a neat addition to his stable. She talked to him, and convinced him to be my sponsor. He put me up in an apartment, saddled me and bridled me on Sunday when he took one of his exotics out for a drive. He was gentle with me, but always, always he left me with my vagina full of semen.

I learned to love him, be affectionate, never complain when he saddled me and bridled me and rode me. In time I was used to it, enough so not being taken out on Sunday ruined the week ahead of me.

He has a stable of exotics, a library of art, and a lesbian for Sundays. At forty, to his sixty eight, I'm young to him. And let's not forget, I am his lesbian. His sponsorship has given me a career I may have never have gotten. I don't forget that, and for that my vagina has always been available for him to leave his semen on deposit.