He was happy to see me happy and to be honest I liked this type of life very much. I stared behaving like his wife. Not to mention he was a widower hi...self. I showed him what all I bought to which he reacted taking interest which my Husband never did. Though he was old but to be honest I had fallen for him and his money.During the way he kept smooching me and fondling me and his driver was constantly seeing us. He kept touching me here and there and he told me to call him Rajesh itself. I think. I lay under the covers, naked, head flat against the pillow to utilise the binaural effect of my hearing and listened to what this Steve guy from RACQ had to say, at ten pm at night, at a random customer’s house, after you’ve soused yourself with gin or whatever his pathetic poison was to help ease the pain of his mediocre existence as a ‘car call out guy’. By the sound of it, he did in fact have some paperwork for Ted that explained something about his car phone system that he was unable to. Most are cammers, spammers, or just to shy/not interested (which is perfectly fine). I have found a few to chat with who are totally sweetly kinky. I must have subtly impressed one divorcee, as she communicated openly right away. We chatted and flirted for a while, playing off eachother quite well. I'll let you know right now that she's bi and I'm straight, but somewhat of am voyeur and kinky lightly dom. I could tell that she does like to be in charge, too. Oh, did I mention she is stacked. ”Ian scowled behind his mug. He drank deeply of the caffeinated brew before setting the cup down gently. He was disappointed in his long-time lunch companion, but not surprised. Marco's girlfriend had him whipped. Was it she that turned him into a feminist? A domineering mother? Or the silly liberal arts college he'd gone to?Marco was almost ten years his junior. Ian hoped to provide guidance to the young man since befriending him, but the plucky redhead had proven remarkably rooted. Whatever.