Again, another micro thong nestled between those g**** fruits. I just stared for a minute or two a foot away marveling at her miniature masterpiece. A...d by miniature I mean the next day I actually pulled out a tape measure to measure it and it only measured an astounding nine inches in width. Each cheek was truly the size of a g**** fruit. And when I peeled her thong off at an antagonizing slow pace for her liking, again I stared in wide wonder for another minute or two at her exceedingly. At grammar school, with no girls to play with, I decided to butch up. The bullying stopped. I played rugby and hated it but saw it as a way of conforming. At 12 I began to masturbate but always to the idea of dominant males. I began to believe that the only way they would even consider me as a sexual partner would be if I appeared to be female. So I started to wear my mother's clothes and soon began to love girdles and suspender belts and stockings. Best of all was her wedding dress...I saw. If you stood a young girl next to me, she would have a bigger physique.I wiggled my fingers again and asked, “Well, Raj, are you going to help me?”He took my hand and stood. I led him upstairs, his head was bowed. I said, “Here we are. Now you sit on the bed.”As he sat, I slowly undid my jeans, I was commando. I lowered them off my hips to reveal my old drooping pussy lips. I could see his mouth gasped open, jaw dropped and eyes widen. I bet he could not believe what was going on.I said, “Now…. "My wife gets quiet and I close my eyes for what seems like a minute and then I'm awaken by my wife tying my hands to the bed and bringing our large liberator ramp over to the bed."You're going to be a good little boy and do exactly as you're told." Get over here and lay on your stomach on this while I go fetch a couple things."She steps away and then returns about 15 minutes later. Remaining quiet, she places a blindfold over my eyes and ties it tightly so that I can see nothing. "I can't.