.. We'd met on a fetish website. We were both part of a particular group so we ended up chatting. She was a recently divorced forty-seven year old nam...d Michelle who was looking to get the spark back into her life. I was a university student looking for something different. I'd desired to be spanked by a woman for a long time. I'd tried it with girls my own age but when they tried it, it never really pushed my buttons. Most of them just found the whole thing a bit too weird. Understandable I. I remained silent until she finally spoke.“What do you want?” she asked.“I want to know why you drain a man dry,” I said. “You don’t need that much life force. A single, normal sex act should give you enough to maintain yourself for several months.”She looked over at me again. There was no smile. Her face was devoid of all emotion, but a sense of sadness, almost despair, flowed over me.“I’m sorry,” I said. “What is happening?”She gave a very weak smile. “Magic has gone out of the world,” she. That charming and virile back door lover was paying her aflirty attention - but his dark eyes were making sensual gestures atme.Freddy's been acting like some dangerous forbidden suitor in teasing melately - coming on like a potential romantic partner or something. Howmany times have I told him no? I wasn't interested and wasn't gay.It was something wild and refreshing at first, having some prosperousand worldly buff cover hunk think you're really cute and hot - butFreddy's intense eyes of lust. Vicki giggled and I reached over and with a mixture of anger and lust I wrenched her top off over her head and holding her steady against the door I ripped her bra off revealing her tiny breasts. She yelped a little at this bust still didn’t resist as I yanked her skirt down and ripped her knickers off in the same way I had her bra. Now she was standing before me naked but for her shoes looking like a vulnerable young girl playing at being an adult with her make up plastered over her face. I.