Cousin DaltonA week, maybe ten days later I got a response.Hi Cousin. Sorry it took so long to get back to you. I didn't recognize the name. Had to ca...l Mom to ask if we knew a Dalton. I only called you Cousin. So now I know you have a proper name as well. ;-) Sure, we should catch up. CiciI wrote back.I live in NYC, so maybe we can get together sometime.Her reply came the next day.Good timing. I'll be in NYC next week. I'll tell you more when looking at my schedule..Cici met me near Radio City. The proprietor was a fit, toned man of about thirty. He was not particularly good-looking but he was in good shape and his tight t-shirt showed his physique off nicely. He selected wet-suits for me and my sister off the rails. He suggested we tried them on but to keep our underwear on whilst we did so. I saw him casting an interested eye over my sister…she is five years older than me and was more developed physically. There was only one changing room – my mother suggested that my sister use. So you havent even had your first kiss yet, have you? Mac shamefully shakes his head no, as he looks downward to the floor. Frankie reaches over and places her hand on his chin, lifting his head. She then leans in and slowly kisses him on the lips. Its a simple kiss, but one that lasts a while, longer than Mac expected. She pulls back, as Mac still has a stunned look on his face. F-F&hellip,Frankie? She smiles at him again. There, that wasnt so bad, was it? She leans in again, but this time Mac. The salt from too many nervously eaten peanuts burns my lips. I search around for my drink and I see her looking at me from across the room. My cheeks become red, she laughs and turns back to her friends. She ignores me for much of the evening. Dear reader, to move back a step, I am at my first BDSM munch, having no real experience to speak of, but full of fantasies that I am too frightened to live out. And, like many newbie subs, I mentally fixate on the most experienced Mistress around in the.