Days passed I used to look at her perfect figure. So on one fine day, I somehow gathered some courage and went to her and said that she was super cute... and hot.She was impressed with my cuteness and guts. So we exchanged our numbers and in the evening I messaged her hi. And instantly she replied to it. So we started talking for 3-4 days and started to meet after the gym.After talks of 3-4 days, our topic shifted towards sex talks.Then that night we had a proper sex chat. In this sex chat, I came. Not that I didn’t encourage her to do that. She loved to fuck, but insisted she could always wait for me to fuck her when I got home.Well, the inevitable happened and she caught me fucking another woman in our shower, and we split up. No divorce, just a separation. While we were separated, I visited her a lot while trying to patch things up. I did my best to explain to her that it was just sex and I had never been able to ignore my stiff cock. She just didn't understand so I was now separated. .."You know t'stuff in the case all fits you, I measured you up and gotArnaud to pick out bits the right size from his supply. It fitted allright yesterday when you tried it on, didn't it?" Arnaud was one ofCharlie's acquaintances from the local BDSM 'scene'.Bob nodded. "Yeah, that's why I'm in no hurry to --" He waved his handat the suitcase.Charlie shrugged. "Second time's gotta be easier."Bob gave him a Hard Stare. "Second time I know what's coming."Charlie handed him the slave bracelets and. There isn’t anyone here I can talk to. I couldn’t sleep, not here. I was very close to breaking into tears. I don’t want to cry here, not with her here now. I have to get out of here……I went to the only other place I knew, despite my better judgment. I knocked on Jack’s apartment door, having walked alone in the dark streets. I had hastily thrown on some pajamas before giving Samantha a chance to stop me. I knocked again, waiting, hoping for an answer. Finally the door opened. “Holly!” Jack.