I only had one reply, and his name was Scott. He had never tied anyone up, but was excited to try it and we exchanged many emails as we got to know e...ach other and built our scenario. He kept drilling down into my fantasies about helplessness, control, and being edged. We established limits and he asked about things he could do and couldn’t. He was cool that I really didn’t want to reciprocate. I’m a very big guy, 6’2 and even though I’m in my 40’s, I stay fit and am a muscular 250. He. ” George brought his hand off the naked asscheek of a nineteen-year-old girl he was presently having ass-sex with to place it over the bluejean-ed butt-round of an older woman who would never be this fresh again, and looked up at her as if it were all the same: she knew he hadn’t forgotten her and that first time, that very first time – when they were sixteen, before the video, before they dared touch each other again, and had done this very thing so badly in that motel room so very long. If it meant you were here with me now, I'd let you soak any of my furniture in an instant. Now, be a good whore and take off your panties for me.He sent another image. This time, it was a selfie of him, smouldering, on what appeared to be his living room couch with the message: This one seems suitable for soaking.I giggled and thought that he was only trying to tease me. It was working. I dipped my finger in my cunt and took a nice lick.J: Ok, Daddy, I did as you told. My pussy is definitely. ‘Now I KNOW I’m a queer’, I thought. We got back on the road. This time I was sitting close to him, our bodies touching, as we drove to the city. When we got to where he was dropping me off, he pulled me close and we kissed goodbye. "Maybe I'll see you again, Keven," he said.I watched as he drove away. I wanted more. There would be no going back now. I walked into the city feeling less like a male than ever before; it was the beginning of the transformation of a young boi, into a full blown.