It didn't ask for any money though, didn't ask for any information, not even your name. It did want him to read through some really long drawn-out pap...er, like your typical user agreement. Who actually reads those though? You simply clicked 'I agree', and that was that. It didn't take you to any website or anything, just a follow-up confirmation email thanking you for considering their offer.Exactly one week later, however, you received another email. Again, normally something you would ignore,. It was just straps outlining my tits, leaving my whole tits exposed except for where the clamps hooked on. The next item was a chain g-string with leather straps. The leather tightened around my hips as the chain ran from them front to back. Next I had two leather harnesses connected around my leg by silver rings for each thigh. Then a bondage belt around my waist, a leather collar, leather cuffs for each wrist, and cuffs for each ankle. No chains, just all the cuffs, straps, and the harnesses.. My wife was attracting the attention of the waiters who were trying to look up her very short dress. I pointed this out to her and she became very aroused. She slipped off to the ladies and removed her knickers and came back to put on a little show.It was getting late and we were the last customers and we were asked if we would like to join the staff for a nightcap which we accepted. It wasn't long before one of the waiters said he had enjoyed what he had seen and asked if he could see a little. You dropped out of college after that one didn’t you. Had to get your stomach pumped from alcohol poisoning. And you did that all yourself. Didn’t you?” he asked. Three fingers inside her now, her hips writhing helplessly.“Yes, ” she whimpered, biting her lip. “I wanted to feel. I needed to feel. I drank too much though, even after some had used me, I started vomiting, got cold, clammy. I don’t know who but one of them made sure I got to the hospital. ”“Mmm, you could have killed yourself. That.