I kept looking at her but she tried to avoid direct eye contact. She was feeling so shy that she didn’t even look at my face. A small line of hair c...ossed her face. I removed it aside with my hands. I lifted her face. She closed her eyes. I didn’t let her go and kept staring at her beautiful pinkish face. Finally she opened her eyes. I looked into her dark brown eyes. I could see myself. I’m not so good looking. But in her eyes I looked like the most beautiful person in the world. May. Maybe get some professional help.”With that, I saw her angry side come out again.“What, are you saying I’m crazy?” she barked.“I don’t know,” I said, “that’s above my pay grade, but you certainly haven’t been acting very rationally.”As I turned to leave, I heard her crying, “Please don’t go.”I hesitated for just a moment, then headed out the door, closing it behind me. Was I closing the door on my marriage? I didn’t know, but ultimately that was in Gail’s hands.I found a decent extended-stay. I chose a red skirt from them and got dressed in it, and Paul was in a pink skirt. My inner voice was like, “I don’t know what I’m going to do. But am I mad? I have never tried this kind of stuff, and it is driving me crazy.”He has many accessories and toys. I have never been tied up, and now Paul is doing that, and I can’t stop him. I’m liking what’s happening. Paul picked a rope, started tying my hand, and said, “Calm down, it is going to be fun.”All this was driving me crazy, and I started. The closest thing I had to see mom naked was on holiday in the Med, or in the back garden when mom used to sunbathe in her 2 piece bikini’s showing off her figure.When she sunbathed at home, she used a sun lounger, right below my window. I spent many an hour staring at mom from above, leering at mom’s body, wondering what she looked like naked, until I couldn’t take it no more to the point I then had to masturbate to relieve the stress. Luckily for me, that was about to change as I will now.