He could not spend a single day without going in and seeing his photographs, his videos, the threads and opinions of his members. As a spy, camouflage... in my anonymity, greedily assumed all the concepts, all the little mysteries of that world that ever fascinated me more.Thanks to a particularly interesting intervention, I met a master. A real one. The day we left to meet, the pulse was beating frantically. It's one thing to fantasize, and another very different to confront reality. We'll. He squeezed the oil onto my stomach. His hands worked gently in my stomach region. He was rubbing and it felt so good. Then he squirted the oil on my thighs and calves. His strong hands working them. He then poured the oil onto my bald pussy. He worked his fingers all along my folds of my pussy. Gently his fingers danced up and down my pussy lips. Taking his time and rubbing them. I now spread my legs and his hands were just rubbing and massaging my pussy lips. He poured more oil into his. He admired the sheer breathlessness of the moment - her mammoth, pale, nude body lying there on his bed, hands tugged back behind her back by the same ties that pulled her ankles back toward her wide, fleshy hips, quivering all over as she sobbed to herself in pain and distress. He sat down next to her, stroking her shoulders and back, leisurely tracing his nails across her well-padded back, humming to himself, until she calmed down. He laid her head to one side and stroked her face,. Today was the day we were going to meet up. All the teasing and games we had both played would finally come to a head. I put on my stockings short skirt and sexy underwear as well as a skimpy see thru blouse feeling excited. He arrived bang on time for me and I climbed into his car. I was delighted that he was exactly how I had expected and a gentleman. We talked for a while and went into his house where he made me a cup of tea. Being married and not one to stray I felt nervous so he held me in.