It was supposed to be as good as they served at Shannon Airport in Ireland. They had started it a few months before in the fall of 1952. The BV, as my...buddy called it, was supposed to be a hangout for TWA stewardesses and, after plying one with Irish Coffee for a couple of hours one night, I was able to get a date with her for all day on Sunday. After a fun day sightseeing in San Francisco, I did spend several hours with her in her apartment on Russian Hill. I still had a smile on my face when. I looked through the kitchen’s door and stumbled upon my sweet Anita.She was there, totally naked, just wearing a pair of high heeled sandals; face down onto the coffee table, with her hands and legs handcuffed to it, her bare round ass up in the air, with a pillow tucked under her tummy.She was moaning soft, through a black handkerchief gagging her mouth.Ana could not see me, since she was also blindfolded.I could see she had been fucked, no doubt at all. Even at first sight, she had been. I’m getting a reputation as a real slag round where I live and that suits me fine, because that’s what I am. I’m out to get as much fun as I can while i’m young and hate the idea of settling down with a guy – boring! When i’m out on the town with my mate Sharon at the weekends, we always make sure we pull a couple of new blokes at a pub, who look like they will buy us drinks all night. We usually go for older, married looking guys and let them chat us up. More often than not we’ll end up out in. “Now he won’t be able to get an erection no matter what,” Joshua got a bit worried as she heard Anya tell Megan that.“Here,” Anya gave the key to Megan."While on the island, you decide for how long your husband stays in the cage, and when to let him out," Anyone told Megan who strangely felt aroused by having control of her husband's manhood.“But, when we’re making love, we have to take it off,” Joshua asked a bit worried as Anya looked up at him."Oh Mr. Barnes, white men aren't allowed to have.