"They talked the details of this for a few minutes and then Karl said to the girls, "You two can provide the cabaret." I'm afraid I can't sing but I u...ed to go to dancing lessons," said Helen, and that seemed to amuse Karl and Paula."Karl doesn't mean like that. He means that we are to put on a proper public exhibition," said Paula."Exhibition of what?" asked Helen, still bewildered."Sex," came the reply from Karl, "You and Paula do a little sixty-nining while we all watch and give you marks. Upon entering the building, Matt was greeted with another strange sight. There were two people behind the counter: a man with a similar build as the muscular man he’d seen in the convertible before, and a black woman who was leaned over the counter, her huge tits spilling onto it as the man continuously plowed the woman’s round ass. Between the two of them, the only article of clothing they had was the skimpy bikini top that did basically nothing to cover the woman’s breasts, the little. It's nothing too difficult, but it looks impressive. I set out a small bottle of whiskey, this isn't going to be a wine kind of night. I light a few candles and a stick of incense. Finally, I put the wrist straps in place. Dinner, candles, incense...wrist straps. I chuckle to myself at the absurdity of it. My chuckling is interrupted by a knock at the door. Time to get this started, I say to myself. I open the door to see you standing in front me wearing a dark grey trench coat. The moment. I love the constant reminder that having several inches of manhood inside of me is something that I need and want to get used to if I ever gather the courage to date a real guy. My feminine outfit and secure bondage all feels so incredibly comfortable and natural. I know with every fiber of my being that this is my true self, the way that I am meant to be, and is the permanent full-time lifestyle that I want and need to have. I wish to become so physically and psychologically conditioned to.