I hope you enjoy it as much as I do and that it will turn you on as much as it does me. Here's just a part of what I have in mind. We've been actively...involved in the FetLife/BDSM community for some timenow and have meet and made lots of very nice and interesting friends, a lot of couples as well as quite a few singles both men & women and a few lesbian couples who are OK with me at least being there to watch and take video & picsand sometimes to join in. We have also meet lots of people who. Was I still heterosexual and had I become gay?I asked him what he was doing. He replied, "You clearly intended to looklike Magenta so I'm doing your make-up..."Magenta? My make-up? Janet had called me Magenta. I sat there thinking ashe expertly applied the make-up before kissing me again and disappearing.I still had an erection. Here I was in the gents toilet dressed as a French maid wearing lipstickand holding a rucksack with my wet clothes in. No I had lost my clothesand it was just as well. “There was a girl named Linda, though, but nothing came of it. C’est la guerre, if you speak French.”Had they had sex, I didn’t ask, but was sure they had. Linda would have been cute and tiny, had her own apartment.If I joined the Army, I’d have a non-stop sex life. One female to seven males, a boyfriend for each day. Monday. the regular way. Tuesday, he’d have me tie him up. You get the idea.Mr. Rampton wasn’t somebody who’d never made out, even, Who’s never even been felt up except by a boy. I open the door and, there is a package sitting on the seat. Picking it up, I notice there is no address or postage. Paul says, “Get in. We need to head to the police station.”“I take it that is from the Unabomber?”“Yes, and I already scanned it for a bomb and whatnot.”“Were we able to track him?”“Yes. Our cover was almost blown, but the UAV got there in time, and our guys split off. It doesn’t appear that he knows he is being followed.”“I assume that means we found a place to launch the UAVs.