“So, Lindsay, you’ve been a naughty girl lately,” he said. “You’ve been meeting men behind your husband’s back, haven't you?”I didn't an...wer.He said, ”You may reply to me by saying ‘Yes, sir’.” I was naked — apart from the bloody collar — and he had me sit on the end of the bed while he undressed. His pale hairless body was creepy — but his cock was truly good. I’d certainly been with worse but I gathered he was a dominant male and I was in for a rough few hours. He tightened the collar until. I was introduced to Adam at a party by my girlfriend. They had been friends for a few years and so she was keen to show me off. We’d been dating for six months and things were okay... Well, I mean she’s a great girl but my mind was wandering to thoughts of getting close with a member of the male gender. It’s one of bisexuals' little problems, you always want the ‘other thing’. That, or I’m greedy! So when I met the very openly gay Adam, my dirty mind instantly began racing. We spent a lot of. She noticed numerous men, some appearing quite young. She saw one of Colette and Arthur wheeling their suitcases at Heathrow. She must have had someone take that picture when they got in.“We’ll have tea here,” Colette said as she stood by the couch in the living room, the coffee table set with a tiered tea tray, a modernistic yet delicate teapot, and matching cups and saucers.As Sioban moved toward the couch her eyes devoured Colette’s gorgeously maintained body. In profile, she saw that the. I collapsed to her side and searched for the horrible feeling that something was wrong. Instead, I felt she was there, with me. Where she wanted to be. Where I wanted her. For the first time, I felt everything was right. Twice more, we made love that night. Not the wild passionate, falling off the bed sex we were capable of. We had the satisfying, feel my love, communicating kind of sex that only comes with commitment and a future. During our early breakfast, I told her, ‘Gina, I want you to.