Im sitting alone on my computer browsing older mens profiles on collarspace, squirt , silverdaddies, fetlife and nzdating occasionally checking grindr...on my phone searching for a older dominant man, when out the blue after many profile views and taps a older dominant man messages me asking if id like to meetup for a coffee and chat to discuss limits and so forth i agree to meet him at a local cafe at this point im hard and my cock is dripping as my mind is racing and i struggle to sleep that. To her surprise he messaged straight back.‘Sorry babe. Lost your number. Glad you messaged me. Great being with you the other night. Wanna meet up?’ Susan smiled. She knew he hadn’t lost her number. She saw him put it into his phone. But overcome with lust, she ignored his lie. She replied.‘Yeah sexy. Would love to. I’m on an evening shift tonight. Start at 6pm. Maybe tomorrow?’He was insistent though. ‘How about I drop over for coffee before you go to work? Say 5pm?’‘OK. Sounds. It was just mid-afternoon, but neither thought they could wait until it got dark. Leaving the house, they tried to act casual, forcing themselves not to run as they headed toward an old barn now just used for storage.Their final destination was a small room with boarded up windows that had once been a workshop. It seemed like a perfect spot. The barn was a long way from the house and the room was dry and reasonable clean. Jeff had even supplied it with some old blankets.Once inside, he switched. I whispered to him, “Hey John, you’re not getting by me unless you make me cum, and that tight little ass of yours is looking awfully nice. But, since I know that your asshole must be really sore from having my fat dick in it so much, if you wanna get down on your knees and give me a blowjob, that would fine with me.” “Do you want me to get naked?” he asked. “Why the hell not, that would be a nice bonus,” I replied. John proceeded to step out of his clothes, tossing them aside, and getting.