They must have dance for about 15 minutes with the last song being a slow one where he wrapped his arms around her and they danced whispering in each ...thers ears he had his hands on her ass and every once in a while I would see his hand move up and rub the side of her tit.She invited him back to our table where we had a few drinks and they danced a few more times. When they returned to the table the last time Randy suggested we continue the party up stairs in his hotel room. We could have a. Her eyes got wider. “Have you ever been tied up before?” She shook her head no. “We’ll find out if this is a turn on for you.”Her breasts stuck out far more than they usually did. She had fairly large breasts, but they sagged a bit, so the size wasn’t noticeable until tied up. He gave one a playful slap. “We might be spanking more than one thing tonight.”She looked at him and smiled. “Yes, please.”“I’m going to put a half dozen cigarettes in your mouth. If you drop one, or spit one out, it’s. Sit around and wait for people who'd read my profile and understood my tastes to happen along.She came along. Simple as that. I was chatting to a woman who may have been a man pretending to be a woman who desired a Gorean relationship, and I was bored. I'd made my views clear, but it was a quiet afternoon and there was nothing else going on. So when the stranger PM'd me and asked if my profile was real, I had no reason not to sit and listen.Don't let people k** you. Listening is at the heart of. "Danny spent an hour on the Internet. David Stanley was indeed anonymous. Oh, she'd found some David Stanleys, but none in Metro Phoenix that fit the philanthropist role. There was a kid with an MBA from Phoenix College. Well, maybe not a kid. He'd be twenty-seven years old now, she thought, five years younger than my thirty-two. Naw, couldn't be. She checked out a few other David Stanleys around the country, but they didn't appear to be philanthropists either.With a sigh, she strolled to the.