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I opened my online mail box as usual, looking down the list in case any new spam was in amongst the thirty-seven mails I had received. As I scrolled down the page I noticed a new mail from one of the sites I used to find new partners for sex. I clicked it open straight away not wanting to waste any time, hoping that this mail for once was from someone more sane and rational than the usual, and hopefully close to where I lived. Hello Kylie, My name is Peter I?m a 31 year old straight male and saw your advert, you have a very attractive picture by the way. I would really like to get to know you more but I?m not sure if you might be interested in someone like me if by any chance you are then please contact me so we can talk further I?m also in your area Peter Normally I wouldn?t be bothered with a straight guy but being as he was in my area and had not mentioned what his interests were I thought why not see what he wanted. It crossed my mind that it might not be a bad thing teaching him the joy of sex with a transvestite like me and he was only two years older than me. I soon sent back a reply asking him to tell me more about what he was looking for and why. The following evening I received a reply from him with an attachment. On opening it and ignoring the attachment I soon realized why he had contacted me. In his mail he explained how his wife had died of cancer just over a year ago and how much he had loved her, he carried on how he thought I looked very similar to her. I decided to open the attached picture now knowing it wasn?t just a picture of a dick or some weird picture of some kinky game he wanted to do. This was a little bit Escort Beşevler weird but his wife did look very much like me; our hair was the same colour, even our hazel eyes were a match although she did look quite tall. She was dressed in a tee shirt and what I thought was a leather knee length skirt finished off with some black sandals, by the look a reasonable height. He then signed off as he had before, still with no mention of sex or what he wanted. I thought long and hard. Was this worth getting into and did I really want to? After all it seemed to me that he wanted to replace me with her. I was happily married and there was no way that I would leave my wife, Julia, although we were both bisexual and had an open marriage. As we didn?t keep secrets from each other I soon asked my Julia?s opinion on should I or shouldn?t I get involved. She then said it wouldn?t do any harm to find out more after all he was in the area and I could always say no. I sent another reply this time being more blunt with him. I told him that I didn?t like timewasters and if he couldn?t tell me exactly what he was looking for then not to bother, I also added that I had no intention of leaving my wife. The very next night yet another mail arrived this time he explained more. Dear Kylie, Sorry for not telling you more but I kind of find this very hard to explain. I have a thing we used to do together that I really miss and I?m not even sure if you would even want to do it so if you don?t just let me know and I won't bother you again. Every couple of weeks my wife would let me worship her feet it is something I really miss Escort Çankaya so it?s not conventional sex that I?m in need of please let me know if interested. Pete I?m very submissive and this wouldn?t be my usual thing but it might be fun just to see what it might be like as a Dominatrix. Would I be able to do it? Would I even enjoy it? Well only one way to find out I suppose and with that I sent him another mail, this time I gave him a messenger service that I used and when to contact me so we could chat more. The next night I received a new messenger contact. On the Friday night at 10 pm an instant message appeared; it was Pete. We chatted for a few hours with me asking many questions but also putting him more at ease about the whole thing. Over the next few weeks we would exchange messages and as he opened up more to me he asked questions of his own. Finally I agreed to meet the following Saturday afternoon now knowing what was expected. Saturday morning I started getting ready as he had asked me to arrive. I made sure my body was nice and smooth and brushed my long hair over my shoulder just how his wife styled hers. I then applied my make up going for that sultry but not tarty look. Next I chose some hoop earrings then sat down to attach my false nails and paint them red. I put on some leather panties with tie sides, fastening them nice and tight in a double bow making sure that my cock was fully tucked down tight to avoid any bulge. I slipped on my bra over my 34 b breasts and added a white blouse leaving the top three buttons open just to reveal a little more cleavage. Stepping into my Cebeci escort bayan leather just-above-knee pencil skirt, I pulled it up feeling the silky lining rubbing against my smooth bare legs, then zipped it up at the back and snapped the popper at the top into place. Finally I slipped on some black patent pumps with a 4.5? heel then checked myself over in the full length mirror. ?See you later,? I shouted to Julia. ?Have fun and enjoy it,? came her reply. I opened the car door and slipped myself into the driver seat smoothing my skirt down before closing the door. I started the engine and pulled out of the driveway for the short drive over to peters house. Peter had left his car out on the roadway just how he said he would so that I could park in his driveway. His idea was that if I pulled into the driveway fewer neighbours would notice. How wrong he was; as I climbed out of the car and locked it just about every curtain close by seemed to twitch. I just smoothed my hair over my shoulder making sure it was just so and swayed my hips as I walked to the door. I rang on the bell and within seconds Peter opened the door just as though he had been standing right next to it. ?Come in, Miss Kylie.?*Peter tried to usher me in quickly but I re-smoothed my hair looked back and smiled before stepping inside.*?You look great, Miss.? ?Thank you,? I replied. I followed Peter into the lounge, the metal tipped heels of my pumps clip clopping on the wooden floor as I crossed over to a single chair. ?Please take a seat, Miss. Can I get you a drink?? ?I think a tea, two sugars, would be nice.? ?Yes, Miss, right away.? I sat down smoothing my skirt down and crossing my leg over my knee making sure to point my toes down more for that extra sexy look. Peter returned with a tray and set it down on a small table next to me pouring the tea from the teapot into a very pretty bone china teacup sat on a matching saucer then adding my milk and sugar.