What a glorious time to be a practicing feminist! Yet, something was missing. I ached for more, from my life, my work. The adventure began with reloca...ing to London, to study and make new friends, to learn and make mistakes...but to explore sexuality was nowhere in the plot. I was introduced to a free-spirited Balkan dancer at an English pub at Islington. We got on famously, and among other things, discussed The English Patient. We flirted, and next thing I recall was saying yes to: ‘Can we. Is that kinda true? Because if it is, we can talk about it.' Zach turned around, he was still hard. It was huge, I just wanted to grab his rock hard fuck stick and stroke it and put a smile back on his hot little face. 'you know what, yeh. I liked the looks of your little puckered hole and it gave me a boner.' I said that's fine, and got on my knees. The smile I was looking for came back. I touched his dick and watched his face start to glow. I stroked him, slowly at first until he moaned a. I'm ready to be disciplined. "You've been a naughty little slut, haven't you boy?" he says in a commanding tone. "Yes sir, I'm sorry sir" comes my meek reply. "Hands behind your back" he orders. I put my hands behind my back, with one hand he holds both wrists together, pinned to my lower back.Smack comes the first spank. No building up to it, the first strike is hard. "I'm going to teach you to be a good boy" he taunts. "Thank you daddy" I whimper, just loving the dirty talk. The spanks and. I said to her, “Wow! You look absolutely stunning. Gorgeous. I would have married you if I had seen you that time.”My MIL laughed loudly again and slapped on my shoulders playfully. She said, “Stop making fun of me. I was once beautiful. Now I have become old.” I said, “What? Are you kidding me? You are matured in mind but not by body. You still have a body that could turn any man’s head when you cross him.” She blushed and thanked me.We looked each other and there was this awkward silence in.