I moved my hand away as she exposed her big white soft cotton bra before pulling it up over her tits as well. Her big saggy tits fell out and parted a...ound her slightly round tummy, her nipples were big and hard sitting in the middle of her large slightly darker coloured areola. I don’t know if her nipples were hard because of the cold or she was turned on but I liked what I was seeing. She lifted a breast up and pointed towards me while still slowly playing with my cock, I leant down and took. S & M apparatus of every kind, steel cuffs, chains, racks, whips and other assorted implements of torture hung from the walls and ceiling. But it was the three figures who stood waiting which caused her to gasp.Betty stood to one side of the room while a giant of a hooded man clad in black leather, slowly slapped a leather strap across the palm of his hand. To his side was a woman, middle aged, perhaps once attractive, but her face now angular, creased and hard from years of administering her. Roopalee: I thought you had forgotten me completely.Me: How could I? You are my dream girl.Roopalee: Stop lying. I know you are saying just to make me feel happy.Me: No. Why should I do that? What do I benefit from that?Roopalee: I don’t know. Maybe you should tell me.Me: On the contrary, I thought you would have forgotten me.Roopalee: Come on. I would never forget a guy like you.Me: Fine. Enough of this argument. Let’s have some fun.Her face got bright when I said those words. She never felt. I look at the names of the bands written in marker and biro on her school bag - recognising some such as ‘The Cure’ and ‘Green Day’ though others were all too modern for my music tastes which seemed to have fossilised in the late 1990s, around the time I graduated from art college.I wonder if she was going to experience as much fun as I had during those post-school years. I find myself fantasising a little about her. She looks very cute. Her black hair hangs down over her face, trying to.