Jennifer found the switch at the bottom of the stairs, and turning the lights on, stood stunned and looked at the basement, no it was a torture chambe.... There were cages, a leather topped table, chains, whips, bookshelves, and an incredible assortment of sex items. No wonder he hid the key in a book by the Marquis de Sade. This could be a shrine to the sadist philosophy.Jennifer stepped around, looking at everything, feeling numb from the shock. She saw chairs that had bindings built in, more. He is older, probably in his mid-fifties. Distinguished, tall and well-built, he has a full head of dark hair, trimmed in a classic short style, tinged liberally with gray. He looks a lot like Anderson Cooper, a bit older, but his hair less gray. His voice has an English Canadian accent.He is well groomed and fit, a man of some significant position in a local corporation. In our exchanges it was important to him that we not be local to Toronto. He needed to make sure that his business and. After all even Oprah admits to going through people’s bathroom drawers when she visits and whats good for Oprah… I looked over his desk, which was remarkably organized and clean and wondered what this told me about him. Maybe he was OCD, anal, controlling, or maybe just very thorough. His large broken in leather chair looked comfortable and inviting, but held an air that spoke of a confident and potentially powerful man. I couldn’t resist sitting in it for a minute and taking in his domain.. This was sex that she engaged in for her pleasure without any sense of shame. She had accepted that she was a sexual person and that it felt good.When Dale pulled out of her, she sat up on the table still breathing heavy. She said, "Wow. It just gets better and better."Dale looked over at the door and said, "We lost our audience." So what?"Dale laughed and said, "Nothing. She's having second doubts. I'll have her suck me off this afternoon and tonight." Are you sure? I'd like to do that,".