My company does e-storage and most of the firms in the building use me for their archives. Most of the time, they can access whatever they need. Occas...onally, they email me and I send back whatever file they can't access on their own. On a periodic schedule, I backup their files. Works for me, works for them, everyone's happy.I used to spend 80% of my day playing video games. Now I watch homemade videos.It really did start by accident. There's a woman who works on the 6th floor. She came down. With my head spinning I was able to regain control. I took the strap out of his ass, he yelped with ecstasy.I began fucking Bryan with just the tip of my strap. “More”, he said in a whisper tone.(SMACK!)What did you say? Speak up, come on. “I said more please mommie. More. Putt your dick deep into my ass mama”. Now he was giving orders but, without objection I buried my strap all the way into him. Now I was fully into this fucking thing. At first I tried to find my rhythm, thinking about how. I could see her eyes light up in recognition, when she saw it. It’s a big and solid metal locket that always presses against the center of my chest, constantly reminding me of its presence with its weight. I lifted the chain over my head and held the locket in my hand, flicking it open with one fingernail. Inside was an old picture Mum had drawn of her and Nana together soon after Mum came home from the asylum.I handed the locket over to Nana. “See? I know what you looked like from Mum’s. I had evenworn a pair of my sister Annie's panties and one of her slips under my maleclothes and gone out with her and my sister Tricia. They never knew. It wasmy little secret. Now it wasn't a secret anymore, not only that, but itthreatened to become public knowledge if I didn't do just what my sisterswanted. They would now call the shots not me. From now on I could not wearanything without their permission -- panties or jockey shorts!. . . bras ortee shirts!. . . dresses or pants! Oh yes, one.