Her love for me, as undying and eternal as mine for her. A love so deep I could never stand to leave. So much has changed these five years since our h...neymoon. We’ve grown into our relationship together. And part of that relationship is her offer of the choice, and my decision to stay, every time. Early on, of course, I entertained the idea of leaving. But I imagined life without her, minus the close companionship, minus her supportive friendship, her easy familiarity with me. Her acceptance of. The skirt was too tight to really dance in. It was more swaying. Then she did it, opened it, stepped out of it to a wall of cheers and yell from the audience. Her audience. She looked over one shoulder, but could see nothing, only the sharp light from the spots. She became more confident, began to dance a little. Dropped the jacket to a new roar of cheers. Maybe this would be easy, after all. No-one would know her here, after all. She turned to face HER audience and realized that she was too. So I ampetite, and I live in southern California. I am a submissive and I play witha dominant partner named Reno who is a white master but I don't consider himas my master since I don't consider myself as a slave. We have bondage sessionsabout once a week. My bondage sessions are usually similar if not the sameevery time but my sessions with Reno are very intense. I am really into roughsex and crotch rope suspensions. So moving on to my bondage session!! Reno and I call each other up to plan a. ‘It will be still rather crowded at this time. Would you mind if we went to Benidictine’s?’ Linda had never been there and, looking at Mr Crutched One’s clothes, concluded neither had he. This would be fun. ‘Come,’ she said brightly. ‘I’ll flag a cab.’ ‘Don’t bother, I have wheels.’ He pushed two buttons on his phone and called his friend. Well, concluded Linda, obviously he’s not what he seems. ‘Let me help you,’ she offered lightly, trying very had not to sound like Nurse Linda. ‘No, I’m.