You kneel in front of me asking, “So, how should I let you do me first... front or back?" I look upon you in awe as I warm my hands by rubbing them ...irmly together. I couldn’t help it, and I smile wide. Seeing you naked on your hands and knees framed perfectly in the diminishing sunlight like a sunbeam. “Let start with your back, go on lie flat for me,” I say, my professionalism taking over but allowing my libido to let slip. “Oh… fuck me.”Hearing me, you playfully laugh saying, “Yes please …. I'm not really sure why I had never tried it before. After waking up my first thought on my mind wasn't breakfast, wasn't a wash. It was crossdressing. I don't know where the impulse thought came from, but I didn't care. I got out of bed and headed straight for my Dad and Steph's bedroom. I stopped at the door. Didn't open it, I just stood there, frozen. "I better check and see if everyone has actually gone before I do this". So I went down the stairs and made sure the coast was clear. It was.. Hey, what's all this wailing and gnashing of teeth?! Fake it 'til you make it, right? A whole summer of peacocking around, waving a fake sword for cute actresses in more low-cut than strictly period gowns? That beats the shit out of tearing ticket stubs. The worst that can happen is they take one look at you and send you home, after all. And who knows, maybe you'll be great! You've ridden other things, like buses and such; you can probably ride a horse. And Mrs Belton said you were "Very. Well, perhaps not that average. I do have a vice. I'm a sadist. Not a bloodthirsty,murderous beast or a mad sex maniac, but I do get a kick out of tormentingother people. So do you, I guess, since you're reading this story, or perhapsyou're just dreaming about it. That's what I did, mostly, dreamt, looked atpictures, read stories. Masochists are hard to find, even for a lucky guy likeme. You can't win them in a lottery. Well, you can, and I have, but I wouldn'tplay with those guys if I were.