Undoubtedly we were really short-flagging her as we escorted our engine, but the storm was already getting bad and visibility was already barely twent... yards. Besides, nothing was likely to come up behind us, with large sections of track and a bridge being washed out behind us. From the rust on these old tracks going into the valley, nothing had run out of here in years, probably decades.Into the very teeth of the winter storm and increasing darkness we rag-weaved and lead our train as flagmen. I can’t afford to invest that amount of emotional energy into someone unless I can be deadly sure that I’ll be safe in a relationship.’ I breathed deeply and picked up Mac from the counter. He’d found my whisky. ‘That’s a part of it. I hope it answered part of your question.’ ‘Kaiser, I –’ It was her turn to sigh. She unfolded her legs (I saw – discreetly, mind you – a small wet patch on the inside of her jeans) and walked toward me. She reached out and took Machiavelli from my hands. After she. I was told to get on my knees and suck him. As I stood to kneel my dress was taken away. I knelt naked in front of the guy who opened his pants and lowered his shorts. I sucked his soft cock and felt it begin to get hard as he played with my tits. He held my head and pushed it up and down. He got almost hard when I was told to sit on his lap and fuck him. I stood turned around and grabbed his cock and guided it in me. I humped him as my b/f urged me on. I fucked the old guy until he came in me.. I started to suspect that although she was professionally a BDSM performer, personally she was a sub. That she craved to be dominated and controlled by a much more powerful and confident man than her.Well, my suspicions were not unfounded. Her place was close to the café we picked, so she invited me to her home "for yet another drink". While at the café she gave me a lot of hints about her pleasureless sex life, how her slave does not satisfy her, and how powerful she feels on stage, yet.
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