It was several weeks ago that I’d first stumbled on that BDSM site, and ever since then I’d not stopped looking at it. Again and again I’d half ...hought of registering and leaving some sort of message on the Forum pages, but goodness, I was a married woman, respectable, and not at all like that.I felt so lustful. Yes, I’ll do it.My finger hesitated over the ‘submit’ link, but then I clicked it.I sat there for a brief moment before then leaving a single line on the forum page.It was the next day. Can you give him some lessons in romance and date remembering?" I really wish it was that easy; most men forget such things, but I use my computer to keep track of special dates and events that I need to remember. Once I had all the right dates down, I scheduled them out for years to come. Now I never miss an important event or date." Now that is a smart way to do it. Maybe I'll mention it to my husband. Ok, here is her itinerary for next week. She leaves ABIA (Austin-Bergstrom International. Individually, I'd placed in the Top Five, Male at all three competitions. It was kind of a big deal but not so much considering that Peter might be going to the Olympics.I didn't see Peter any more during the day. The few classes he had in the building were all senior level and then he left early to go swim. But he usually came back around 3 to pick up Missy and take her to the pool were they both swam for a couple hours. I caught him in that fifteen minute window and confirmed that it was ok. I could feel the stirrings deep within my soul; this was going to rock me. Before I could consider pressing my hands to have her engulf more of me, she embarked on lowering her head further down, taking more of me into her mouth all while twisting her mouth and tongue over the shaft. Inch by inch she journeyed until I felt the constricted opening of her throat. I had never been deep throated, so I hesitated in driving in any further. Silly me. There was a slight suspension of her exploits,.