I like the idea of having more room and privacy. Though I start to wonder why we have never done this before. I never really thought about this before... because I am young. H has an apartment with no parents; so it is odd that we never went there. After a few minutes I find I have the courage to ask, “Why haven’t we gone to your place before now?” “Because my husband was working nights and sleeping during the day,” H replies. I sit in stunned silence as I take in this new information. On the one. His cock throbbed as he looked at her site and imagined that he was the slave in the pictures. Her name was Mistress Kat. She was not a runway model, but boy did she look hot in her leather outfit. Her breast covers were held on with Velcro, and the crotch cover was removable and left plenty of room for any activity. For several months Jeff went to her site, afraid to click on the contact button. A couple of times he clicked on it then changed his mind, afraid of the consequences if he was. His mouth sucked her navel, her breasts and her neck, tickling her ears. Her hands groped every inch of his fine body that she could reach, and as quickly as she could get to it, she pulled his cock out of his boxers, thrilled with its size and hardness. Ryan straddled her face and let her suck his grateful cock for several minutes, and then removed his boxers and slammed his cock into her pussy with gusto.He fucked her HARD. It had been a long, atypical day for him, dressed in a suit in. You can not possibly imagine how much trouble one can cause by enquiring where one could fly to ... today. People don’t fly like a road trip.Pick up any phone and call an airport. Or better yet ... step up to a ticket counter.“Do you have a reservation?”“No.”“What destination?”“I don’t know. Suggest something.”Perhaps you have found the one ticket person who is having a great day and is willing to play your game.Not likely.You will get the ticket person who has just spent the past 30 minutes.