Trying to see my happiness... they were glued up my Y. I wondered if he could think what it looked like, the real thing, my pussy. ... I told myself.. .do you like the view, Mr. Newcomer? Are you being a dirty old man? I knew that answer. I stood up and went to a different side of the booth. I bent over as if looking for something of interest in a stack of folders on the floor, knowing I was displaying a lot of thigh and maybe more. I than went to the ladies room and. Explain as you go.’ Holy fucking shit. She could not be serious. It got worse. ‘I just did a session with her, to the point she asked out.’ It was worse, much, much worse. Cynthia paused, but I had gotten that. I had been in one of Cynthia’s sessions, but all I did was bondage and suspension. CC was much more submissive than me. If she asked out before the finish, it was getting dangerous, as in police reports and hospitals. I nodded understanding. Cynthia went on. ‘She came, I do not know how. My parents were like, 'it's so nice that you are getting out and having fun with your new little friends!' They're so weird."Kyle laughed. "Yeah..."We were quiet for a couple of minutes, except for the sound of both of us typing away."So, this was a good start I guess, don't you think?" Kyle finally asked. He sounded nervous about my answer.I smiled to myself. "It was. I had fun, and I finally found out what a United States party is like. It was a learning experience for me, and a chance to. I asked why she was pointing out a gay bar to me, no way I’m going to a gay bar.It’s not just Gay men, it’s a mixture, there are all persuasion’s go to it, I heard some women at work talking about it. Ok well why are you showing me it, I asked? Well I have an idea that you may just like, she replied.How about tomorrow, I go to the Fun Bar on my own, she put a hand to my mouth before the words escaped, listen she said, I go to the bar, and see if I can say, pick up a female, a Bi female perhaps,.