In the next few weeks, the group got together and Pat joined us. We thought he was a real player. He took a couple of the women out from the group, bu... nothing happened. Then all of a sudden he was arriving at the shop every day. He asked if he could use my computer. He also didn’t know how to do a few things and knew virtually nothing about computer hardware. So I allowed him to use the computer to check his email and to check out jobs since he didn’t have his own computer. I also started. Karen was butch but femme, and a bigger more seductive pair of brown eyes would have been hard to find. She sat down beside me at the bar as I was chatting up the sweet little bartender with the great ass and seductive moves, who in the course of any evening could probably lift a hundred cocks. She interested me right away. I am a bisexual through and through so a sexy woman will always interest me. (One thing liking men had done is raise my standards in women) Her full raven hair was in a. He dismounted, just as the factory hooter for the ceasing of work went, they rapidly finished removing bindings, and the blindfold, stuffed the dry four of the knickers back in her drawer, and the fifth up into her body to keep the oozing seed inside her, then having returned the bindings to the cupboard the scampered away up the stairs just as Sid`s keys rattled in the lock. She would always remember the look of joy as he found his very full wife on their bed, he noticed the hicky grinned then. Her breasts were raked with red marks. She was spread eagled, and someone had lodged a rather large plug in her cunt, held in place by rawhide cleverly tied to the inside of her left leg. Her dyed purple hair was in a pony tail that had been tied to an o-ring over her head, forcing her to stare at the ground. “my Master has instructed me to greet you. i am jem. You are welcome here at the cellar. Would you like to hurt me before entering the party room?” It was customary to hurt the greeter.