I laugh and say, I also have just moved here.We order drinks and start to talk. We seem to be getting along. I ask you, if you are interested in bonda...e. You tell me you have never done it, but you are very interested in it. I ask you if you would like to come home with me, and I will take you on a trip to pleasure, with a little bit of pain. You say you do and we leave.We leave the club, and you follow me to my house. Once inside I offer you a drink, and tell you to wait for me in the family. He brought his wife in as planned and she too fell into conformity, wanting to help her beloved husband get more healthy to ensure more years together. Both being willing to give up intercourse for a time to build up his needed testosterone, and in the weeks to follow becoming more and more submissive and attentive to Fran’s desires and needs. And although she was getting much more sex and experiencing many more orgasms I could tell she was growing hungry for a good fucking. Again I pressed the. So could she, thought Amber. She wondered if he was talking about the food or the situation. So far he hadnt kicked her out, so for now, she was just going to continue to take care of him unless he told her to go. He had a big day so Amber helped him into bed early then found the guest room for herself. She was deep in thought as she undressed. All the trauma of almost losing the only man she ever loved kept bringing back memories of those wonderful days. For the first time since leaving New. Abbie looks a bit curious as they walk into the door of the club.“This is the place my mother did the books for all those years,” Tim explains. “Les told me how they still ask about me, and I thought it would be fun and nice to visit.” They are hardly in the door when the owner, a shorter plump man, Frank, comes up to them.Frank hugs Les first, next Phoebe, then holding Tim at arm’s length with tears in his eyes, says, “Tim, I would know you anywhere, but so much more handsome even. How are.