She was married, and with c***dren. Both she and I did not want to change our situations. Sara and I got along quite well in email, though she clear...y wasn't going to just leap into bed right away. This was ok for me too, for to be honest, there are some weird men and women out there. It would be great if everyone could be a normal and sane person yet really enjoy sex with people they don’t know well, but that isn't reality.Emails progressed, to TXT (bbm) and that is when we would to start. (Not to fucking worry....what a wanker I am)Well you must know where this is going,... she obviously took that as a signal for you can touch it if you want and that's exactly what she did. She didn't say a word. She just looked at it, I just looked at her. She was biting her lip, she started to pull my foreskin back, my cock was the hardest its been in ages. I couldn't fucking believe what was happening. She looked me in the eye and asked me if it felt nice. I nodded. She started to. She would wear loose sleeveless tops and flaunt her shaved underarms and milky cleavage to turn me on. Sometimes she wore short skirts without her panties, you might have guessed how slutty my bitch is. She was such a sexy bitch.I was excited to see what she might be wearing today. I rang the bell of her door. She opened the door. She hid behind the door. I quickly went in and closed the door. The sight of her gave me an instant boner.She was looking red hot in a transparent red top and just. . whack! whack! whack! I looked around the gathering of Chantelle's friends. Like Josephine? Could she take a whipping? She was so tiny and cute. Black hair cut in a page boy style, with lots of earrings in each ear. I counted them. Five. In each ear! She noticed my attention and blushed, turning her eyes to the floor.Was she a slave kind of thing? Like, I could do anything to her? I flicked my eyes down to her chest and lingered for a moment on the prominent nipples that pressed against the.