"Pull your ankles up to your butt." I'm already in this far and it's not like I can release myself, and hoping out into the parking lot blind, in he...ls, and dressed like I am isn't palatable. I do as told. She spreads my knees and connects a bar between them. Now I'm in something like the butterfly stretch while laying down. Another click at my ankles and they are pulled back toward the end of the bed. "Oh God, you look amazing. You look even better than I could have imagined." The lust. Either I just couldn't get it in right or I wasn't into the guy that way, I don't know I just never was into it. However...TODAY 6/24/18 I was on Grindr and I met a guy I had chatted with before but never met. I am 54 married to a woman, 5'10 and 290 lbs. I am definitely a chub and a daddy, some might say a bear. He seemed ok with just coming to my special place and sucking me off which is what I wanted and was glad to have him on his knees for me. So there he was just under 30 years old, 5'6". He was smartly dressed in a waistcoat and he'd casually left the top buttons of his short undone, allowing her a little glimpse of his chest hair. His short-sleeved shirt struggled to reach over his muscular arms. He couldn't have been older than twenty-five, but she wanted this fuck. She needed this fuck.'So what is a girl like you doing on her own?' he said, confidently leaning back on his barstool, his body language showing how open he was to her. 'I'm here working,' Sylvia replied, coyly.. She smiles a wicked smile as she wraps the first cord around his left wrist. “Marella what are you doing?” John asks in a tone of feeble protest. “Quiet John. Lay back and relax. You’re always so stressed, so snappy, so in control. You need to learn to let go. You need a woman who can take care of you completely.” With that Marella wrapped his other wrist with a cord. John’s arms are spread out to each side of his body and tied tightly to the headboard. John’s cock is rock hard and pulsing now,.