You are such a turn on he said. you don’t look like 35 either or mother of 2 kids. Every man would love to enjoy your touch. I shied away.Then he of...ered me wine. I told I don’t drink. He told its mild and it will help in good foreplay. I took the glass he then hold my hand grabbed my hips and danced for a light music. While holding hips he touched my navel. He could feel only half of the navel. He told you naughty you wanted to hide that from me. Let it be . I know how to expose it. I finished. It had been a busy 2 weeks since that night of our first BDSM session as we had exams coming up and had only had time for 1 short session and a couple of quick shags the rest of our time had been spent studying and I was surprised to find myself fantasizing about tying her up and torturing her at the worst possible moments, in the middle of class or a family meal. I had never thought of myself as a sadist but I came to accept it the more ideas that came to my mind and the more I fantasised. Kate offered to drive us and we accepted gladly, Debs naturally coming along for the ride. “We’ll have to use Bob’s old Landy” said Kate. Old it was – two seats in the back and a bench seat for three up front, Debs and Dan jumped in the back and we’d barely done two hundred yards before they were snogging the face off each other. It was only a ten-minute drive back to the cottage, naturally we invited the girls in and although Kate wasn’t bothered Debs insisted. The only home comfort the. There was Karen, who was fashionable. She was dressed like a runwaymodel in her tights, shorts, heels, and flannel shirt. She let meknow that she was obsessed with fashion. I wasn't surprised. Manygirls deemed unattractive find solace in fashion to cover up theirflaws with something others say is pretty.I kind of got on the same page with her when Melanie started talkingabout Gaga. Karen made clear to note that she was proud of Gaga'ssuccess because she didn't do it by being beautiful.Erica,.