You knew what you were doing but he didn’t. Once your husband left you ran upstairs with excitement. Hoping the day was going to go the way you want...it to. It was only minutes after you pulled the blinds aside you heard a knock at the door. Your adrenaline was pumping and your pussy was getting wet thinking what could happen.Answering the door you were surprised to see he wasn’t wearing a shirt. His excuse was that it was hot out, which it was. You could see the sweat on his younger body and. What you know abou escorts? Not them, they are too touchy about many shits and cost a ton for anything like this. Oh,I thought, it was mostly them. Infact rarely we once had a student of Pk’s (Pk works in a Business College), she was hardly twenty two.The girl was feisty and we were four. We spent an entire Saturday tossing her all over the place.” Wow, I am twenty one by the way. Nt looked at me and was like oh wow. Gr joined us and we talked till about nine. Meanwhile Nt had gone to sleep in. The woman was stunning, voluptuous breasts with brown areolas the size of half dollars. Her nipples were hard, and her hips were wide. She looked to be laying on a couch although you couldn’t see her face and her pussy had a hairy bush covering it. I looked at the painting and began to blush a little. Maybe it was the rum kicking in, but the room started to feel warm. I rolled up my sleeves and just looked for about thirty seconds.“What do you think?” she asked, with a smile.“Very lovely, that. Then he pointed at something out the window, it was a sign for a trappers pub, on the sign there were old fashioned looking manacles. He said the word in Portuguese which meant nothing to me. I had no idea the word for handcuff in Italian and just shrugged. “Belle, in English, please, what is the word for that?” He held up his two hands as if handcuffed. I looked at him and said “handcuffs or manacles” He smiled slowly and repeated the word manacles in my ear as if he was telling me a very,.