When you tied my hands I thought you were simply planning some kinky sex and I've always wondered what that would be like. Little did I know just how ...inky you intended, or for that matter why? I swear, I didn't realise you meant on that first night, I would never have continued if I'd known. And I suppose what you did to me, while painful and humiliating is far better than being arrested for rape. So I'm very grateful to you for that at least. As far as eating pussy is concerned, it's. When Kyle married Lisa, the mother of his c***dren, he was able to stop his promiscuous one-night stands and his Friday-night routine, but his porn addiction continued in secret. Then, when Lisa was pregnant with their oldest, during the last trimester, they stopped having sex. That was when Kyle began having an affair with a co-worker: neither he nor his co-worker were emotionally involved...they just liked fucking each other...and so that sexual relationship continued for a number of. Sara did the same for Rick. “We could have a slave auction for charity.” Amy scootched her butt up my legs, dragging her crotch against my hairy legs. She took the sausage on a bun from my plate.”We’d have to feed them, do whatever they wanted.” She fed me a bite of my lunch and put the plate aside. Then wiped my mouth with a napkin. “We’d have to do anything they said, for charity of course.” Her gyrations on me had given me a massive boner and I looked over at Rick and saw my daughter Sara. It was almost like we couldn’t talk enough. After the art show, we went to Starbuck’s and sat and drank Latte’ and talked until they closed. The next night we met at a little Italian place, Luigi’s, for dinner. We drank red wine and talked and talked. We never got around to eating. Every night for weeks we met and talked. Every day I looked forward to our meeting. I suppose you could call me a rough old bastard, because I really don’t care much for women. My X-girlfriend cured me of women..