You guessed it. The name plate read “Eva Sorensen”. Now I knew why she looked familiar. Christina had the same eyes and nose, and the same blonde ...air. But what a change from the emaciated wreck we had met nine years ago!Eva Sorensen was nervous under my gaze.“Hello, Mr. Heinen,” she almost whispered.I nodded.“Hello, Miss Sorensen. So, we finally meet again. I hardly recognized you, though.”“I felt so sorry for you and your family, when I read the obituary for your wife. I hope I did not alarm. She said she was off in an hour and didn’t have plans so I asked if she would like to have dinner, and she accepted. I picked her up when she got out of work and we went to a local sports bar for dinner and drinks. We had several drinks and hit it off as we talked and when we left I asked if she would like to stop by my place for another drink and she accepted. I mixed us a drink and we were sitting on the couch talking and I leaned over and started kissing her. She was a great kisser and I. After we all rested, I said, "Lisle, I think I will have you gangbanged in all holes." Yes, master. Whatever you desire, I will do." Yes and you enjoy doing what you are told." Yes, master."I had some body paint. On her tummy and lower back, I painted, "Gangbang me hard." Over her breasts, I painted, "I swallow everything." She wore her shoes and ribbon. The belt with its knife remained in the room. The three of us left the room to head outside in the early evening.We descended the stairs into. I was shocked but at the same time excited. I can sense a green signal to be dirty to her.So I went home and sent a message saying, “Do you get more such forwards?” And that’s when we started sharing adult jokes. It slowly moved to adult talks. I used to ask her all types of questions and share everything about porn to her. To stimulate her I used to create stories of how my friends have fucked crazily.She used to enjoy them. I could sense the lust in her and I was waiting to eat her. I started.