I put my bag by the door, and sat next to Nathan on the sofa. I looked him, fine toned fit body, tanned. He had strong arms and tattoos covered his a...ms, they suited him. I took the drink from him and we chatted about the site, he spoke about his life and how he liked my photos. And I responded with how his photos didn’t do him justice. With that comment his smile grew, and his hand was on my thigh and sliding up. “You’re wearing stockings? Let’s see.” I smiled and stood the other side of the. Thanks also for trusting me."Her eyebrows rose."Explain." Well, many moms would positively blanche over the thought of their boyfriend out and out exposing him self to their daughters." I'm not one of them." I know. I mean, you trust me to keep the game contained to - well, for lack of a better term - acceptable limits."We both laughed at that."Can you imagine," I said, "what most people would say if they heard us defining our fun as being within the parameters of 'acceptable limits?'" Yes, but. As I opened the door, to my delight it was empty, except for my new found friend, and he told me to latch the lock on the door and make myself comfortable. He poured us a couple glasses of white wine and when he came over to my seat gave me a kiss on my lips, sliding his tongue into my mouth.That was an unexpected, yet exciting surprise and it broke any tension I was feeling. We both knew what I was here for, and as Bill started caressing my shaft I immediately reached for his manhood and. You've leafed through plenty of adult publications in your day to know that this young beauty is obviously a submissive or 'slave', and in the process of being disciplined. Her ice-blue eyes seem glassy and tired, yet there's also a look of intensity and defiance in them that draws you in like a moth to the flame. Whoever left her down here must surely be nearby, but where? You step back for a moment to ponder the situation. By now, any initial concerns you may have had for the woman are.