Sarah was quite shocked that I arranged it but she wasn’t aware that over the years, before I met her, I have had a couple of experiences with TGirl.... I thought I’d take this opportunity to share my very first one.I was in my early 30’s, living in London and actively bisexual. I used to visit a couple of gay saunas not far from where I lived and one guy I chatted to asked me if I frequented any gay bars. I didn’t at the time but he told me about one near where he lived, funnily enough called. It was about a week after Bella's last visit to the tattoo shop when Bella and Mark were sitting at home watching some television. They had just finished dinner and were letting their food settle a bit when the telephone suddenly rang. Bella was laying with her head on Marks lap and she got up to answer the phone."McConnell residence," she said."Yes is Mark McConnell there, please?" the woman's voice replied."Just a moment," Bella said and covering the mouthpiece she said softly "Master it's. I'm never to conceal any part of myself from him.The smile in his eyes becomes one of anger and amusement. He walks over to my bed and pulls my arms away from legs. "You know better slut." He whispers in my ear, then nibbles on my lobe. I cry out in excitement and anguish. I don't want to be aroused by him, but he always knows where to get me. "You had to be punished and a whipping just didn't seem appropriate for such blatant disrespect and disobedience."I pull away from him quickly and turn. "Your little thing with James. You know it meant something."Damn it."No it didn't..." I countered. "Everyone does weird stuff at parties..."Brianne nodded. "You're right. But usually guys make out with girls atparties. They don't make put on booty shorts and make out with otherguys."I lunged forward angrily. "You made me put on the shorts!" Mhm. And you kept them on until this morning. I also made you kiss him.But I didn't make you do it for almost twenty minutes and then do itagain at.