I had encouraged her to getting it on with another man so I could watch, and, so she could watch me watch her—in our fantasies it had always been a ...wo-way street. It had been a really hot fantasy that we'd shared for years, among a number of others, and the time seemed right to just do it. The Man, Marcus Williams, was a sales agent passing through; and he seemed right too. He was here for a few days, as he said; he'd be gone forever after that—so we erroneously thought. I'd approached him. I also didn't see my sister very often. That was about to change. Abby called me recently and asked if she could visit. I thought it might be a good idea to get a little closer to my younger sister, so I told her to come and stay.My sister arrived at my door and gave me a big hug."I really missed you Tom," she said to me.I missed Abby as well. She had changed so much since the last time I saw her. She had matured and filled out. Abby had let her brown hair grow out and I could see that she had. The only thing I could think of was he somehow asked the cab driver that took me back to my hotel that night I first met him. Either way, I opened the package and found a DVD and some documents that looked like a survey. I played the DVD on my laptop which was a promotional video for True Dreams.I looked over the documents which was a list of BDSM related sexual activities. The instructions state to cross out all activities that I am not willing to perform and to put a number 1-5 to all other. I did go to York University on an academic scholarship, and the last time I saw Brittany, she was a shampoo gal at Super Cuts. How times change. I am a smart woman and a hard worker, but I am seldom given my dues. The world isn’t kind to women like me. At York University, I thought I found my knight in shining armor when I met Timothy Henderson, a tall, red-haired and green-eyed Englishman who moved from Gloucestershire, England, to attend Queen’s University in Ontario, Canada. I don’t know.