This was about ten years ago now, so there were not as many websites back then.I'd been chatting to quite a few older men. On most occasions, the chat... just helped me get off, as I kept chickening out from meeting the guys.I went out drinking with my friends one night and got extremely drunk. The next day I was lying in bed very hung over. I started feeling horny so went onto the text site again. I got to chatting to a guy in his early fifties. He offered to pick me up; as I was hung over I. ”Lara filled up her own pint, saying, “let me guess. It was the girls, mostly. Am I right? Broken heart and shit. As you so nicely put it: some things never change.”“Wasn't so hard, was it, little girl? Didn't your parents tell you not to ask such impertinent questions to people their age? I'm about to reconsider that spanking, you know.”“You wouldn't want to spoil that donut you were talking about earlier, now would you?” she cheekily asked.“Got a point there. Would be a shame to mar that. She walked out of the bathroom in a bathrobe and was drape in a towel. I went inside the bathroom to take a shower after she came out. All the while i was thinking about the incident. Her lips touching mine, shit what a feeling it was, just can’t express it in words. My heart was pounding and I could hear it. When i came out Samantha was blow drying her long hair and applying moisturiser to her hands and legs. She was still in her bathrobe. I just walked out of our room and went and sat on the. She had locked him in handcuffs hundreds of times since then, but the atmosphere in that dusty old cellar brought back the same emotions.“You will be my dungeon slave.” Her very words make her shake with excitement.Tom kissed her and squeezed her butt with both hands. As they kissed, she pushed him further towards the open door. When she stopped, Tom was inside the cell. She stepped back and swung the barred door closed, a little too quickly and it made a loud clang. Tom reached through the.