Look at mine. The photos are all me. Do I fill the bill?Misty: Ummm. You look very nice.Jason: Nice??? I bet your husband isn’t hung like me, is he?...isty: Actually, he is but please leave my husband out of this. This is about me, not him.Jason: Well, if your hubby was taking care of business you wouldn’t be here would you? I don’t give a rat’s ass about your husband. It’s you I want. How about we meet at Starbucks on main and take it from there? No pressure.Misty: I don’t know. Maybe. I’ve. .A few years ago I spent some time living and working in Spain, near Tarragona in the north west. I used to visit the local beaches as often as I could and found a few quieter spots that I liked to go to. Sometimes I'd strip off if there was no-one about and I had a great all over tan!During one of my more fem phases I decided to go to the beach. I'd admired all the lucky girls who got to wear little bikinis and go topless and was really envious, so I bit the bullet and went out and bought a. "Come," he said, and led me through the house. I expected to go into a bedroom, but we stopped at a door. A blindfold was wrapped around my eyes. My arms were held out in front, and I felt soft rope coiled around, and then my arms were lifted above my head. Higher, I was forced to stand on tip-toes, which was very difficult in my shoes.I was effectively tied helpless, in front of a door, my arms way above my head, and teetering on my five inch heels.A minute passed. Then another. I could hear. I swung my legs around while holding his cock in my mouth before getting into an awkward position for mounting. We had missed a detail in our planning. I needed something to raise my ass in the air for him to easily mount me. Instead, I rose and bent over at the waist, my arms on my knees for bracing. I had never done it this way before. Could I hold his 165 pounds like this? The position must have given him pause, too, because there was a moment before he mounted me, but he did. He landed on.