The three others were dressed much as he was, one wore a suit, one a shirt and trousers, the other a t-shirt and jeans. All of them were handcuffed wi...h their wrists behind their backs. All of them were gagged; one with tape strapped across his lips, the other two with strips of cloth pulled cruelly tight. George looked around in panic, pulling against the handcuffs and the chains that held him to the pillar; grunting into whatever it was that was gagging him. The others seemed to accept their. He was laughing at me and leaned forward to touch me. Since I was very much horny, I don’t want to say no. He slowly touched my boobs over my bra and unhooked my bra. He kissed me and I was kissed by a white male for a first time. He bit my nipples and asked me whether I want to make out? I immediately said yes and he pushed me towards the wall and moved my skirt and spanked my ass wildly. He inserted his dick inside my ass and started pushing it harder and moved harder. I was in a ecstasy and. . where do we go from here, hmm? You bed, or mine?"He gulped, scarcely able to believe his luck. Here I was, the woman of his forbidden dreams, offering myself to him freely. His cock surged in my hand. "I ... I..." he stuttered. "Are you sure, mom? I mean, God, I want you, I've wanted you for so long, but..."He trailed off. I brushed his hair away from his forehead, kissed him there reassuringly. "Yes, baby. Mommy's sure. Did you know who I was tonight?" He shook his head. I was flattered;. I couldn’t tell you exactly when or how our conversations grew more intimate, but it was clear that the anonymity and distance made us both feel safe. I seem to recall that the next step, no pun intended, started with her feet – one night she wrote that she’d been at meetings all day, formal corporate things, and her feet hurt from wearing heels for ten hours. I suggested that she needed a foot rub…she asked if I’d do the honors…and it seemed natural. One night I asked her for an email address..