..being turned into a sex-slave,whored out, being controlled totally. But they were just fantasies, andthey always would be.And then I met HimRichard ...as very different from the other guys who frequented thechatrooms and sites.Never pushy but there was something quietly assertiveand dominant about him. It was subtle...yet persistent. From the start heseemed to know...to really know what made me tick. It was a relief, a bigrelief, after so many years to be able to tell someone, truthfully. Taking his hand, she led him over there. Sitting down, they started to kiss. Her hand found his cock again and started to rub it up and down. They didn't care that more people were in the bar now. At that moment it was just the two of them. Stevens hand was now sliding under her top. Cupping her tits and rubbing her nipples through the lacy cup of her bra. Kissing Stevens neck, she whispered in his ear, "I need to fuck you".He didn't have to wait for her to say it again. He stood up and. Very soon both came totally wet from toe to head; they must have thought to dry the wet bodies in front of large size mirror which was framed toward bed I was lying.They stunned to get on the bed and hurriedly wrapped half wet towels around their private parts. I looked at them asked them not to be worried as I would leave the place.Oh, no no, you be here Mr Wright Jennie said while Barbra was hiding her crotch with one hand, another hand was on one breast; the other was still bare.Barbra. “OK, my pleasure. Now sit on the bed. On the edge”. As he sat she moved towards him, then stopped with her tits almost touching his face, her legs either side of one of his. He instinctively started to run his hands over her, from her waist and up to cup her tits still constrained in silk and lace. As he caressed her she started to unbutton his shirt. He scooped her tits from her bra and saw the nipples harden to his touch. As she reached down to unbutton the lower buttons he reached down.