She used to call me and text me every day and we were getting closer every passing day. She called me one day in the afternoon, and I was going throug... another bout of depression that day. She asked me to go meet her, and I did. Her daughter was at home at that time and she kept a distance from me. All that we did was sit and talk. I was feeling more and more attracted towards her.We kept in touch through messages and phone calls, and a few days later she asked me to come home in the morning. "What's happening?" Rather than answer I pulled her back into my arms. The kiss resumed, this time with more passion. I slipped my hands down her back and pulled her tighter against me. It was like two teenagers discovering each other for the first time. Our bodies were on fire. She rubbed her pussy against my hard cock. My hand slipped down and squeezed her ass cheek. Beka finally pushed me away."We'd better stop before it gets out of control. We have others to think about. I'm sorry but I'm. And then turn and walk out as soon as she saw me.Okay ... now I knew for sure that something was not quite right. But by the time I could stop the treadmill and jump off to go after her, she was nowhere to be seen.I decided to send her a text: “What’s wrong?”I received a five-word response: “Blocking you. Leave me alone.”I tried to ponder what could possibly have prompted this. Did I say something wrong? Do something wrong? Certainly something changed her mind about me. The problem was, I. MaybeBondage (General)Binding or restricting some or all of the body. Yes I love itBondage - BreastBinding or restricting the breasts. YesBondage - CuffsBinding or restricting the body (usually the wrists) with [hand]cuffs. YesBondage - GenitalBinding or restricting the genitals. YesBondage - HeavyHeavily binding or restricting the body, usually to the point where no, or next-to no,movement is possible. YesBondage - IntricateIntricately binding or restricting some or all of the body. YesBondage.