No capital. He was Master or Sir. Nothing else and NEVER was I to use his full name, which he had included in a signature block in his original e-mail....2) I was to immediately shave off whatever pubic hair I had around my cock and put it into a plastic baggie for safekeeping. 3) He had a shopping list for me: get a baby bottle and a pacifier. Find little boy’s briefs in my size and buy several pair. 4) Mail him a handwritten letter explaining how I would serve him, pledging my. But I am not one of those men. I know this now. You can't pretend this, women know. They see right through any facade you might create trying to hide this.. Good for them as they dont deseve to have us in them. I know why i had no luck getting girls. Its because they were very smart. I dont blame them. I wanted them soo bad, but they were never in reach. Some unlucky women end up marrying some of us, some of this is thru peer presure to get married. There are just not enough Peters to. As I looked over at Sophie I saw her panties getting a wet spot were he was rubbing her. As I look down I notice so was I. As I looked up at my bros I could see there hands moving faster up and down in there pants as I then just closed my eyes and enjoyed the felling of Dave's fingers rubbing on my pussy over my panties. As I started to moan Sophie was too. Then that is when I felt Dave put his hand down my panties and use his finger to rub my wet tight pussy lips. As I open my eyes and looked. He was nervous about it at first, discussing the changes he was going through, physically and emotionally. Then I started telling him about my own experiences with puberty, and how I dealt with it. He started getting more comfortable as we discussed things like masturbation and blowjobs. Before long, no subject off limits; we talked about anything and everything, though the conversations almost always veered to sex at some point..***Two days ago was Bryan’s birthday. I was getting dressed to.