”“Good, don’t ever tell her, she is not stable.”What did that mean, I thought but didn’t ask?He typed again. “What do you want to do?”�...I want to see your cock.”“LOL, are you cock starved?”“You have no idea.”“Okay, move your chair back, I want to see you.”I did what he asked and at the same time I took off my panties so I was completely naked.I saw how he watched me and then leaned forward and typed, “you have a cute pussy.”“Thanks.”He then got up and pulled down his boxers and his cock was. Heather, most of the credit goes to you." Thanks, Mary. I did get one new idea. Don't know why I didn't think of it sooner. Anne's mother asked about it: Virtual Clothing. I'm going to see how we can make transfers that would go on large areas and end up looking like a dress, or a shirt or something like that. As long as the technology holds up, our costs won't change and this stuff is cheap to produce. But we should be able to get a lot more money for a virtual dress."We didn't have any. Jon checked his door camera to make sure it was in fact his sub. Once he confirmed it was her, he got up from his desk chair and opened the front door.“Good evening, Natalie,” Jon said.“Good evening, sir,” Natalie responded.Natalie was a cute blonde woman with gorgeous blue eyes. Natalie had recently started dating a man named Alex, and her relationship with Jon was an earlier discussion. Alex was submissive by nature and did not pressure Natalie to give up her relationship with Jon.Natalie. I use a meditation technique to calm down. The tremorssubside. I feel no more a man today than the Hispanic mom does. I feelcloser to her for some odd reason than I do the three white kids downthe other end of the train. I feel even better. I feel proud. I'm afaggot! I know why I was put on earth now! I need to push this as far asit can go. I need to become the absolute best faggot I can possiblybecome. I need to pursue the depths with a monks dedication. There areno brakes anymore, just.