What ever it was I told my husband that I wanted to go for lunch with this older man that I had been chatting to on line. Matt and I had been chatt...ng back and forth via emails and then MSN for a few weeks and seemed to hit it off. He knew of course I was married; I always let people know that right away. I try to be as truthful as I can and since I never plan on meeting these guys there is no harm in chatting. My dear hubby knows I chat with the guys and is OK with it because up. Only two other were still off.Rubber and not leather, was what padded the inside of the cuffs, now she could tell for sure. They were lose and not locked, so it wasn’t sufficient to feel a real helplessness. So to help her mind create a fantasy daydream, she squirmed a little bit on the table. The effect was cool; she managed to feel like a prisoner, held against her wish for an indefinite time, unable to get free from her captors, and probably on her way to some sort of medieval torture? She. Fir woh raat ko humaare ghar main hi sone lagi baton baton main usne bataya jain sahab to kabhi kabhi hi usse lagte hain meri bv boli mere to din raat lage rehte hain fir unhone wohi bf dekhi or raat ko saath main bed room main chale gaye wahan meri thodi si bachi rum padhi thi pehle to usne mana kiya fir maan gayi meri bv khoob saare juice main rum daal ker mila diya or peete peete baaten kerne lage wo boli ki jain saab jab kuch nahin kerte to tum kya kerti ho woh boli ki yeh bhi koi poochne. None of them went willingly into that void, but they all went. Each man gripped his girl’s fist after she had chosen to prevent anyone peeking. Once all the girls had a token their hands were forced into a tight circle and then the men twisted their arms to make them reveal the stones all at once. Linda and Betty had gotten white stones. Mr. White’s slave and Alice had red stones. Ms Purdy and Sally had chosen blue stones. Stephanie and Mindy had the black stones. .