...ummm." Smith thought for a moment about his wife that was very fat and he never had sex for years. He said yes because he wanted to touch the littl...e c***d’s little body and smooth skin. He picked up the bottle and squirted some lotion onto her chest. He then rubbed it all over her chest and getting really close to her budding tits. Then he moved down her body and squirted some more lotion on her stomach and rubbed the lotion down to the start of her bikini bottoms that barley covered her. He was amused when Rose reached for a pink kimono to cover herself and reached out his hand to stop her. ‘Why do women do that?’ he asked, taking the robe from her hand and tossing it over the back of a chair. ‘Do what?’ Rose inquired, moving to sit on the bed. ‘Always insist upon covering themselves in front of a man that they’ve just been to bed with?’ he explained, moving over to the French doors and opening them enough to allow the bright moonlight to illuminate the room. The storm had. I think the proper term would be 'drown in their cum', but I wasn't keeping score. As it always happens when a submissive sissy faggot is hooded, time seemed to stretch on forever before I felt them remove me from the chair. I realized I had forgot how they bound me, but before I knew it they had put me in an armbinder again and were securing what felt like steel cuffs around my ankles and chaining them together.Firm hands gripped me by the arms and pulled me up to my feet before steadying me.. Not knowing what to say, I ignore the message. The sales conference is coming closer, a few more weeks and I will see her again. Just thinking about it makes me flush and produces the feeling of butterflies in my stomach. Would I risk everything to be with her? I think about her often, and at times when I was fucking my wife I would fantasize it was her. A week before I was to fly out to the meeting I get a text, “Conference is next week. I hope we can spend some time together.” My phone.