She had the same look asa young Ulrika Jonsson, but lacking the polish which I would help herachieve later in life. Heidi looked like a free spirit; i... her mid-thirties, blonde, deeply tanned and dressed like she had just come infrom the bush with tan trousers, a loose t-shirt and boots that were madefor hill walking, not strutting down a fashion runway. I could tell onfirst sight that she would look like an entirely different woman in ashort skirt and high heels. By chance she had just arrived. I'd known him for over twenty years now and it was he who'd introduced me to the d/s scene and shown me what a sub-slut I really was. Now in his sixties and a widower to boot, he couldn't get it up anymore and so he was reduced to calling round my place once a fortnight and, after dressing up in his black leather gear and silver chains, torturing and humiliating me. Over the 'phone last week, he'd promised me some thing new today, but I couldn't imagine what this could possibly be as, after all. Shit! I never heard the garage door open or heard him coming into the house and walking up the stairs. The fucking always squeaky staircase never made a sound.I wanted to rush into removing the dress but Duran stopped me, saying that I looked perfect and also that he was glad for me to have found a way to stay busy. I did not understand what it meant and had nothing to say as well and only spluttered some excuse. He invited me to go to the family room and talk about it and feeling guilty; I. She´d organized her hot place very well.High under the roof. Only bad blackbirds would wake up from her squeeky screams. Everything for grabs. Smiled while I tied her up spread-eagled in the middle of the room.Looks lovely, sexy scared: https://xhamster.com/photos/view/7012343-122213312.htmlHer hair was already tied up on top of her, as if she had been expecting me.As promised, I start to kiss the back of her neck. And slowly down her spine.Dive underneath her with kisses only blown. And kiss.