" Hell, Heather. I was raised as a sissy. My mom smothered me when I wasan infant. She bought me dolls and toy ovens and jewelry-making kits. Shebough...t me dresses. I wore them. It's a wonder I didn't marry yourbrother." A sissy? Oh, I guess that makes sense." It ... makes sense?" Sure it does, Theo. Hell, I knew you weren't the most muscled guy in theworld. I fell in love with your mind, with your soul. Remember, I thoughtyou were gay when we first started hanging out. So, did you look. . If you hadn't won the bet, I wouldn't have tied you up in the first place."John nervously stepped back to look at what he had done. Sue was securely tied with her shapely ass sticking up in the air. As John was admiring the view, Sue noticed the bulge in his pants, so she wiggled her ass to entice him.Sue noticed his uneasiness. "John, honey," she cooed, "just reach out and slap it. It won't hurt." John rested his hand on her ass and rubbed slowly, feeling the muscles tightening and relaxing. She was Irish, with Black hair and seemed to be dressed like some sort ofrock girl or BDSM Queen. The moment my eyes met hers I grew extremelyscared.Trish looked back at me. "Sit down on that sofa there, we'll ask somequestions."I timidly sat on the sofa and looked at them all, feeling very small astheir four pairs of beautiful eyes watched me.Danielle was the first to speak. "We wanted a girl. Why the fuck wouldyou answer an ad asking for a girl when you aren't one? Do you enjoywasting peoples. He stroked a hand over her back, slowly up to the big ribbon that was almost hidden under the ends of her blonde hair, then a bit further up, to her neck. He pulled an end free from each bow and passed one to Mark, who was looking dazed on her other side. Sean took hold of the ribbon on the front and pulled his bows undone.“Oooh you brute,” said June, “corrupting my own son.” She eased her hand out towards Mark.After looking nervously across at his Uncle Sean, and getting a grinning go-ahead,.