I had always considered myself straight (despite the cross dressing and panty obsession), yet had been growing more curious as I got older.A few years...ago (in my early 20s), I was flat sitting for friends while they were away, and I was on the Craigslist casual encounters section (more out of interest than looking for anything, I was alone and bored). I saw an ad about a Netflix and maybe chill ad from a bi guy a similar age who sounded sane and fun, so ended up just messaging to see what. Well, I never refuse a good looking ladies invitation, so I accepted and we went in the house. Jean got the hot chocolate going and came over to me and gave me a big hug and then went back to finish making the hot chocolate. We drank it and she said she was tired and she asked me if I could come over in the morning and help her get the stuff she had purchased ready for the booth. I told her I would and she said she would be ready around 10:00 am, and I told her I would be there then. She hugged. Breakfast was routine. Afterwards, as the other women took their places on the discipline frames, Marie, still sneering, followed suit. As did Imogen, though her short legs meant her feet were dangling. Marie got her first shock when her ankles and wrists were strapped to the frame. That was compounded by the application of lube to her pussy and teat-cups to her perfect breasts, the insertion of a first-size anal plug, and a vibrator on low. Wide eyed, she watched as the other women reached. .. This...”“I know,” I said, staring at the number of edits I had on my phone. 11,002.11,002... There were so many of them. Each angel gave me 12 more edits. Minus the 998 edits it had taken me to modify Sandalphon and the rest of the angels that I had just spent the last hours modifying. My wife, my daughter Becky, and her friend Tonya lay in my bed frozen. For them, no time had passed.“This is incredible,” moaned Anael, her voice full of awe as she stared at the last angel I edited, named.