Phir main usse poocha, “tum hamari terha Dick rakhte ho to phir tum Hijra kyon banke aiysi life guzarna pasand karte ho”?Voh thoda serious hogayee...aor boli, “iske lye tumhari society responsible hai. Ham undersea poore mard hain magar God ki terafse hamre hormones disturb hain jiske karan hamari baat cheet chalna phirna sab automatically ladies ki terha lagta hai, islye ake taraf mard hamko tease karte hain to doosri teraf aoratein bhi hamko pane paas nahin ane dete. Yeh disturbed hormones. She stated her interest in the BDSM world and asked the proper questions that indicated sincerity. Her honest curiosity produced an elaborate letter in return. I requested that if we continue this correspondence, she would need to answer some questions I had also. How much knowledge did she have in being a submissive? What did she want to discover for herself? Did she know what a submissive actually is? Was she really ready to be owned and or be collared? Was this desire an experiment or a. After a few months, we both moved away from Denmark, and occasionally we chatted via facebook messenger. Oftentimes the sincere chatting turned to sexting and changing nude pictures. I enjoyed the little secret thing we had going without any strings attached! Sometimes so much time had passed between our "sessions", that i wondered if it would be appropriate to approach Eve anymore. That wondering faded away quickly, when i noticed Eve's nipples in my phone screen. Years after i last touched. ”She leaned forward and brushed her lips over his scarred cheek.“Dashing.” She whispered, breasts brushing his chest before turning, squatting and retrieving her case and coat.She strode into the living room and set her case on the coffee table. The two men followed her, with John happily bringing up the rear. He could still smell her perfume, faint though it was. Good thing his clothes were so loose.“Fascinating.” Steve muttered to Johnson.“You said it.” Johnson seconded back.“You two sit.