There were no plans for secret rooms and gang bangs especially away from each other this time. My wife had kept her costume a secret and since we foun... out that I had to meet her in the hall she decided to make me wait a little longer. My costume wasn’t exactly original but it did hide my identity fairly well which made me more comfortable. I painted my face white but blacked out my eyes giving me a slight Frankenstein look. I then had a large brown cloak draped over me which reached the floor. Over three months I don’t know how many chats we had and he had got me off (and vis versa). I sent him pictures initially of me clothed and then topless holiday shots and finally full intimate nudes. And then when we chatted one evening around 3 am I probed about where in London he lived, it was curiosity nothing more and he probed back. I was slightly aghast when he said my area and as the conversation developed it turned out he lived a quarter of a mile from me.I don’t chat to locals, the. ? When he suggested we go to hisroom, I nodded, and he took my hand and led me there.In a brief moment of clarity the panic returned.? What was I doing?? Ifhe found out I was a guy would he be the kind that would beat the shitout of me?? How would I get out of this?A course of action came to me.? The best thing I could do would be toget him off as quickly as possible.? And I knew exactly how to do that.In his room, we kissed, and then without him asking, I reached down tohis pants.? I could. " "Maybe you just have no imagination and always get the same trip," hisfriend needled."Well... maybe. We'll find out the next time you use Door Candy." I don't think I want to," Matt replied.The idea nagged at him, though. He read up on Dr Donald Hebb, and evenwent so far as to identify the model of typewriter that he had seen,and the fashions of the period. If it had been a dream, hissubconscious knew a lot more about history than his waking mind.He talked it over with Jamie."I can't really.