One of the things that Paula and I joke about when online is who will have control. She always says her, and I of course say me. Though truly when it ...comes down to it, who the hell cares. I’m with my Scottish playmate. So, I let her do as she wishes with me now. I’m delighted to find out. The first and last thing I see is a blindfold. She slips it on, leaning down and whispering to me as seductively as she can, “Be my good girl.” She says almost with a giggle. I grin, but say nothing. She ties. "Would you be willing to...to be my daughter for a day?"My mouth went dry when I heard the words. At that point I hadn't even admitted to her that I liked dressing up as a girl, although I knew she knew. It was all pretty obvious by now."I...I don't know." 'YOU IDIOT!' I screamed to myself. 'Of course you would agree to be her daughter for a day. This was a dream come true. You're blowing it.'"Sorry, it was a silly idea," Mrs. Bedford replied. She patted me on the knee and started to get up.. You all then pulled the strap-ons on and said 'boys, are you ready?'.Each of the blokes lay down on the bed, with our legs up, the ladies positioned themselves in front of their partners, the lube was passed along as it was rubbed into our arses and a little added to the dildo, slowly you all began to probe our tight holes, edginv the hard dildos slowly in to us, some of you took longer than others to push in all the way, but once you were all in you began to slowly fuck us, all three of you. Our condition was to lock ourselves in the room and be naked and stroking and rubbing our privates. We started to enjoy each other’s company. We became so addictive to each other that we decided to do our fantasies in real. One day I told my interest to meet her; she accepted my request and invited me to her home. I prepared myself and for the fruitful moments to be spent. I reached her home and ranged the bell, from inside a sweet voice came “coming…” I waited and after few seconds the door.