It was Christmas Day in California, where his home was. He fired up Skype and waited for an answer. They must have been waiting, because the response ...as almost immediate."Hey!" said Carol Hollerith, his wife of nearly fifteen years. "Where are you, hon?"It was their usual greeting. She'd ask and he'd answer as he always did. "I'm not home, that's for sure." She knew he couldn't say. But if he ever answered in any other way, she'd know that he was in trouble, somewhere.The relief on her face. Over the next couple of months I had brought bondage and spanking up in conversations with my wife but to no avail. I realised without a shadow of doubt this wasn’t going to be part of our life. And at the same time realised that there was a big difference between being so totally turned on by it all and actually being able to physically hit a woman. The whole thought of it was against my nature, so I contented myself with the fantasy and images of what a lot of people would class as perverted. I didn’t know what to do and spent the rest of the night beside myself fearing that my indiscretion would be discovered. As an uneventful night passed, I was relieved to have not been caught. I stayed home the next morning, while David went to the University, so that I could return the magazine. As soon as David left I returned to his room and lifted up the mattress to return it. I started to slide the magazine under the mattress when I felt resistance. I lifted the mattress higher and. I have breasts too. They are somethingyou should be proud of and there's nothing wrong with showing them toother women. You want to keep from showing too much of them to boy'sthough." Really? Jason was actually nice to me today and Ashley said that it wasbecause I had breasts. I don't know what the big deal is. Some boy'shave breasts some boys don't," Jessie said matter of factly."No dear, only girl's have breasts. Boy have pecs which are hard andgirls have breasts which are soft." But I have.