The third match was considerably better than the first two. From the pictures he had available she could tell that he was definitely in shape. He also...had very little body hair which appealed to her. He wasn’t hairless, but only had a thin covering on his chest and just the faintest trail heading to his nether regions. He was tanned all over and definitely looked like a mans man. She could feel herself getting wet just looking at his body pics and she hadn’t even gotten to the good. .You finally wake up from your alcohol induced slumber to find yourself handcuffed and shackled to my four post bed. Your clothes are still on and I’m hovering over you, waiting for you to see me. You pull against the restraints, such a futile move, and notice me sitting next to you on the bed. Your eyes open wide and you scream. I stare at you until you’re too hoarse to scream anymore. I hold a straw to your lips and tell you to drink.“It’s just water baby,” I assure you.You take a sip and. He wanted to make love to her, not as a Saturday night duty as her Phil did it, but to love her for herself. he was someone special. Fingers found her buttons, the housecoat fell about her feet, her best undies, black lacy wisp`s she had bought to entice hubby, the reason she had two c***dren now, not just the one that forced her marriage to her miserable hubby. She had a few pounds more now, but a poor diet and two k**s had kept her from spreading badly, her belly had stretch marks, her. -your lips are plumped, and your chest is heaving. –he added lowering his gaze.-Are you horny?Wow…I didn’t not expect that question. Especially so direct. He really took me aback. -No…-I managed to say stretching the “o”, this time my voice all husky, that I even had to clear my throat.I guess my expression told the total opposite. Because he dropped the pencil, let go of my lip. And without any hesitation slid his hand into my panties. I must have been dreaming. It couldn’t be true. I moaned..