"Lube was not on the list but you brought it anyway. Did you think I wouldn't bring any? You're going to be punished for that."It'a all part of the ...ame, of course. You love being punished but there has to be a reason. Just like you love the humiliating things I do to you but prefer to be tied up. That way you can pretend that you're being forced to get whipped or fucked or whatever. In this case, you're going to get every single clothespin put on some sensitive part of your body.The. "She pulled the handy com from her pocket and turned it off as he requested then held it up for him to see.The old man nodded. "Good, follow me, I have somewhere quiet and out of the way we can talk, do you like coffee?" Coffee? What's coffee?"He clicked his tongue, turned and started down a side street. "Oh dear, doesn't know what coffee is." Varna had to hurry to keep up with him.He turned down another street then ducked into a recessed doorway set in what looked like a block of rundown. She gave me a serious kiss while the hard alcohol burned our tongues. As she kissed me, she let her hands run all over my chest, arms, and ass. She squeezed my cock. The whole time she pressed those perfect, young tits up against me. After she pulled away and walked away without another word, I noticed my wife was staring at me in shock from across the room. I slowly made my way back to her.“What the hell was that?” She asked me as she took her beer out of my hand.“I have no idea.” I made sure. I was around for another visit, and I thought I'd call on youngGeoffrey Evans. May I come in?" You certainly may, Mrs Winthrop. Please come in, don't stay out in therain! I'm afraid I'll have to take you to the kitchen, I've just cleanedthe living-room carpet, and it will take a little while to dry... Wouldyou care for a cup of tea?" Sure!"Geoffrey could hear the two women going down the hall; of course, bothliving-room doors were closed. But as he could hear them talking, maybethey would hear.