The distance between us killed me. My heart ached for his presence and my pussy pounded at the thought of him. He was my everything and I couldn’t w...it to talk to him, to see his face, to see the look in his eyes when I smile. Everything he does drives me crazy!One lonely night of writing fantasies and waiting for him to come on Skype, I started touching myself. I couldn’t help it, the anticipation was killing me. I read a story and was getting wetter and wetter thinking of the characters being. I finally decided that she wasn’t going to warm up to the idea of being tied up and started to communicate less frequently with her. I am sure she felt my lessening interest in her. Finally, she brought up the subject of bondage play in an email. But, there was a twist. She wanted to be in control of me !!! I sent her a joking email back, saying that girls don’t know how to tie knots and that I wasn’t scared of her. Actually, the idea of being under her control was a little. Monica looked at her and asked me who she was.“Just a friend, you know. Say, I didn’t know you liked this kind of thing. I mean, we never…”“I know… Things just happen, right? Hey, would you like to?"“What?” I asked her as I didn’t understand what she meant.“Switch partners? I think my husband will like your friend.”I didn't know what to say. She looked at me and slowly flashed her boobs. Her round 32C boobs still looked good."Okay," I said.She nodded and told me not to say anything about us. Thru the reflection Girl crooked her finger beckoning me back to bedside. She would tell me first chance: "He told me Cully; he whispered that he loved me and that it was time. But, I didn't want him to do it to me again until you were there and you could hold my hand and could see he was inside, that Tommy's cock was actually in me. I wanted it to be the first time. I'm sorry about the first time and you not being there. I am Cully-boy."I'd never opened the envelope of small notes she'd made.