I was lying on this bed. A woman was kneeling beside me but I still couldn’t see her face or features. Her dark hair draped her shoulders and neck. ...he was wearing the pink bra and thong. I could see the way the bra pushed up her breasts to form two round mounds that drew my eye - and made me lick my lips. Who is she?... Why can’t I remember? The woman was tying the dark red satin thong around my wrists. She pushed my arms to the rustic, heavy wooden headboard and rested them there. What’s. She could read my reactions exactly, though how she could do that simply by looking at some light patterns coming out of the ring, which was now shoing a deeper and deeper green, I wasn't able to tell."You see, we don't really have to calibrate the rings anymore. This was a prototype issue we've sorted out, but we thought we could use that time to read you and your likes and dislikes. We know, we all know, you no longer feel atracted to your wife. We know you want me, you like... young girls,. We watched an impressive percentage of some of the fetish specific videos that are readily available online, to gain a better insight and understanding into the different areas of this newly found fetish. It is a minefield of different clicks that suit different people, and there needs to be some sort of verbal agreement as to the boundaries this may entail. I proposed that she could choose any video and I would re-enact the role of the male in each clip and vice versa, to gain a visual. "Are you Rich's nephew?" she says flatly, with very little change to her steady glare in your direction. Her face returns to a statue-like stare as she waits for your response.You're taken aback momentarily by her stone-cold attitude towards you and are confused slightly by her referring to your uncle so casually and with a nickname you've never heard before as any and all talk of your uncle was always like he is a distant stranger. Never endearingly and never as anything but "Richard."You.