‘Now I, have the proper solution to OUR relationship problem. Want to hear it?”Do I have a choice? Apparently not. Or even time to make one. SHE p...oceeds.“I WILL BE your Mommy. FIRST, SUPREME among all your mommies. I will tie you to my apron strings with a tie not easily cut or ignored. An umbilical cord.”“Okāsan? Mommy? I am not going to be able to function as I need to, on a leash.”“Call me Mommy. I’m Westernized. The leash is on your heart, not your neck, Baby. You will impregnate me. We. I had expected to be returning to boy mode onMonday, but my large silicone tits were still firmly attached to mychest. And I had to go to work tomorrow. I wondered about phoning in tosay I was sick, but that wasn't really an option. It would have been OKfor a day or maybe even two. But not for two weeks. And I didn't haveany holiday entitlement left this year.I took off my top and bra. My boobies were definitely still firmlyattached. I tried pulling at one side of one of them but it was. I found her online, and at just twenty years old she was sixteen years younger than me. I thought probably too young as we exchanged messages, but as we continued the dialogue, I realised that actually she was what I needed; a project, something to develop, to build as I saw fit. We exchanged numbers and I agreed to meet her a few days later. Now conventional me; the guy who wears a suit had a full day of business that day, and therefore I went to meet her straight from work. I can’t explain. She didn't move."Don't worry it's not like you're cheating on your husband. I'm wearing a condom so my skin isn't touching you. And you won't get diseases and pregnant, I'll go very slowly, it's just a test anyways." I said.Verti didn't move for a few seconds, then she pulled her purple colored pants all they down to just above her knees. She exposed her small white underwear and I could see her thighs. She stayed bent over the chair as I approached her from behind."Close your eyes and pretend.