You already probably saved my life by suggesting the beer."She scanned me, taking in the jacket, white shirt, trousers, and the hat perched on my head... and asked, "Tell me, Al, what is a man doing in a lesbian bar?" Tina, you should not judge a book by its cover. Here, let me," I said, taking her hand and placing it over my chest.Surprised, she permitted the move and gasped when she realized what was under my shirt. "You're a woman?" she said, blushing."100% woman," I said as I retained her. "And then it's up to you," I said, "I would recommend a good de-programming clinic. One that will subject Robyn to strict aversiontherapy, shock treatment, sensory deprivation, whatever is needed toturn her in to a proper, demure young lady. But she won't go willingly,so I'm going to give you the names of a couple of strong-arm gals whocan carry off just about anything for a price. Meanwhile, startchecking out the de-programming clinics. I've got a feeling yourdaughter Robyn is going to need. He took a couple of minutes to respond, probably not quite getting what was going on right away. He said, “Didn’t realise you guys were busy, is this a good time haha?”I replied “Don’t worry mate, we’ve been having some fun with your pics, and the ones she sent you. It’s all good. What you up to yourself?”“Nothing much man was thinking it was Just Asha messaging wanting more cyber action haha.” He responded boldly.I decided to be even bolder though. “It’s both of us actually….”Another pause of. . She fingers the switch, thinking that her camera can take short videos and if she timed it right she could get a video of herself coming like a total slut, ropes, vibrator, marker pen and all. She's just about to try that, when she remembers that she was playing a game in which she isn't being allowed to cum, instead tormented by her captors to very close to cumming. And she was doing all this so she could reply to the email about the inheritance.Her make-believe captor's game and the email.