I’m free this evening or tomorrow late afternoon and evening. If you make it tomorrow, I’ll cook you dinner afterwards.”“You cook, too?” Car...a said, her voice showing surprise.“One of my many talents,” I said suggestively.“Down boy!” she laughed. “Let’s stick to a sauna and dinner, shall we?”“Sure. How does tomorrow around 3:00pm grab you?”“See you then!” she said and we hung up.I wasn’t surprised at all by the call. She’d clearly been flirting as Dustin had observed, and even if it was just a. I began slow and opened her with fingers first, but it turned out to be an epic failure as my cock has much more girth that her slim dildo. I felt bad so I stopped. After that things were very vanilla for two more years until I started watching femdom strap on porn and on a whim bought a strap on. I remember it well, I was trying to figure out how to tell her I had purchased said item and wanted her to strap it on and fuck me. It was a Friday night and we had had some friends over and some. I looked at the lock, the collar, and James’ downturned head, then dropped the lock, fell forward onto the carpet on my hands and knees, and almost threw up, feeling intensely ill.James was immediately next to me, turning me and cradling my head in his lap. “Marta, what’s wrong?”I shook my head. “I don’t know, I don’t know!”He sat with my head in his lap, stoking my hair, and saying, “I think we should get you to a doctor.” Concern played across his features.“I can’t breathe!” I panicked. Then. She started away, but it wasn’t from my touch. She took my hand in hers and opened it, then sought the other one and looked into my palms.“What have you done?” she asked, then without waiting for an answer called out, “Simon! Come in here.”I realized that I still hadn’t spoken and didn’t know what she was referring to. I held my hands up where I could see them. They were covered in dried blood. On each of my palms were the perfect crescent cuts from my fingernails. I guessed I should get them.