It didn’t matter though, because the bag of toys in the car was mute evidence that my body was accepting it, even if my mind wasn’t sure. While I ...as out, I picked up more spot remover and room deodorizer. When I got home, I unpacked the toys I’d bought, sterilized them, and dried them off. I put them in the end table drawer next to the couch, along with some lube. The next morning, I took up my position at the observation window and made sure the cameras were charged and ready. The camera. Sure, I would complement her on her sexy little panties and tell her how hot she looks. I would tell her how sexy her panties feel when I run my hands over and inside them. But how would she feel about me wearing them? We do have a pretty great sex life. And we talk a lot about fantasies. She has been accepting of my obsession for anal play and will occasionally strap on a dildo and fuck me. And she goes nuts when I eat her out after I cum inside her pussy. She insists on having a taste. I need information if I am to help you people, and you seem like a good source of the knowledge I need.”“Very well, Chosen One, follow me. I know of a place where we are not likely to be bothered.”I followed Johnathon to a cave similar to the one I had just left, but this cave did not have any other occupants that I had to worry about. The rest of the people in the group that I had rescued also followed us. Fortunately, the cave was large enough to handle so many occupants.“Johnathon, please. The stash of Mum’s lingerie that she discovered in the shed, and the hell of being taken to the GP to be fucking ‘cured’! Cured! It was made out to be a fucking disease!”“Getting married was my escape but I turned it into a hell. How could I explain when we first met ‘oh before we get too serious, I need to tell you I’m a bisexual, crossdressing sissy but don’t hold it against me’? I had been alone for 30yrs, few friends and god no girlfriends! That sounds pathetic even now but the thought of.