I went to her and started checking what kind of mess she put herself in. Chain, leather... She was resting on her belly.“Hey, she is hogtied... Mei ...id that herself?”“Yes... It was quite interesting to watch.”“Wait a minute... She padlocked everything... don’t tell me...”“I’m afraid so. You have to find the keys.”“Hey... What the... There are two padlocks per cuff. What kind of gear is that?“I know, right. It was a way to extend her pleasure, I suppose.”Mei was probably ticklish because she. There's one member here that blocked me coz I have expressed my opinion about IR and black superiority when it comes to sex. For me, it's all the same and the bottom line is satisfaction of both partners.Living an alternative lifestyle is everybody's dream, we must know our boundaries. Love and respect is the key. Some of us might enjoy our wife or husband having sex with another person or sometimes a group but we must always make sure that they will never abuse her/him. No matter how hard they. ”There was a moment’s pause, David could tell she was still there, he could imagine the torment going through her mind, then, just as he was about to speak again, the door slowly swung fully open.David saw his mother standing there in her dressing gown, her face was flushed bright red, her eyes glazed, her right hand hidden inside her dressing gown, obviously playing with her cunt.“Come in,” he ordered, and as if by remote control she took three steps into the bedroom.“Are you naked under. She was carrying her coffee and yawned as she plunked herself down on the cushion next to Steve. Steve leaned over and kissed her cheek and she smiled sleepily. ‘Mornin’ Babe,’ Steve said quietly. ‘Hmmmm,’ was Ingrid’s reply. She turned her head and kissed Steve and then leaned her head on his shoulder. ‘I see your wife is a morning person,’ Tom laughed. Tom could hear Jenny’s voice below and after a minute or so, she appeared in the companionway with her obligatory cup of coffee in hand..