I told him. Taking a sip of his beer, he asked “Sir? How long have you been into BDSM, if I can ask.” “I’ve been interested in a variety of k...nks for as long as I can remember,” I replied, “I didn’t really get deeply involved in-depth until after my first marriage ended. We’d been together for f******n years and with no k**s, should have divorced years sooner. Anyway, afterwards I was free to explore the options open to me and started frequenting BDSM chat rooms and eventually in person. This is how his life looks like. And he's happy about it. (His friends, however, wants him to "loosen up" and "live a little")While driving on a small road with no traffic, he's tuning in some radio-channels, trying to find one he would listen to. One of which is about an interview with Austin Powers: the legendary womanizing photographer and British spy from the 60's, who froze himself to hunt his enemy, Dr. Evil. He and his wife, Foxy Cleopatra, often travel the world, not just doing business. The old woman held forth three bikini tops, matching the bottoms the boys now wore. Hesitantly, not knowing what else to do, the boys took the garments and with a great deal of difficulty, helped each other fasten them on."What have you done to us?" Marty asked again after his boobs were cradled in the skimpy bikini.The old woman gestured for the boys to follow her. With glances at each other, then finally gave in, trailing her as she walked to her office. Inside, they sat, waiting for her to. " She held a long fairly plain nightgown.Jim agreed and Julie helped him into it. It didn't feel that odd to him, and the fabric felt smooth. Far better than the scratchy pyjamas he had to wear as a kid.As Jim settled back into bed, he noticed Julie was stripping off and slipping into a slightly frillier nightie. "What are you doing?" Going to sleep, move over. The spare bed isn't made and I'm not sleeping on the couch." She slipped into bed next to him and waggled a finger at him. "And don't.