Over the years, I had some experience with binding my dates but it had always been pretty simple – handcuffs and using my necktie to tie their hands...behind them. And that was about it. But, Cindy and I began talking about stricter bondage. She told me that she had never been tied and didn’t think she would like to be involved in that sort of activity. I continued to pursue the issue and she continued to resist the idea. We finally actually met for a drink. She was an attractive. There were some from the UK and New Zealand and Canada. There were people there from all over the US as well. It was a good turnout.He marvelled at the variety of clothing. They had told everyone to "come as you are." It looked like they had done just that. He saw some men in military uniforms, some in sports shirts and slacks, some in suits. One guy was wearing the plainest brown suit Cash had ever seen. And as for the ladies, well they were really a strange group. There were some in leather. The whole time all this is going on my wife is looking at me as if saying with her now glassy, lust filled eyes of dark brown color please forgive me for I'm about to get my pussy fucked by another man. Another man was exactly correct, and damn well one that had tried to get his dick in her before but his, huge size, and her, tiny petite, womanly body and tight young pussy just wasn't going to happen. He had left her opening battered and bruised from just the mere half of his cock head. But now. Dan said, “Jill, I understand we need to help out your family but I do think Joey needs to learn to stand on his own two feet.” Joey had lost his job and was about to start working for his friend who was in construction business. Joey stayed in our guest bedroom on the main level which also had an attached bathroom and that worked out well for all of us. Dan was not much of a talker and due to his work hours Dan hardly saw or spoke to Joey during the week. Joey.