“Show me that little cooter of yours honey.” The man said. “I will not, what do you take me for?” Joan shot back. “A slut?”“Oh, I kno...w you are a slut” came his matter of fact reply. “You may be a married slut, but you are a slut, maybe classier than most but you are a slut.” Joan had never been talked to like this before and certainly not by some stranger. Her eyes locked on the man’s and they stared at each other. “Now, slide over here and uncover that cooter of yours” came another. Grandma was 63 on the tubby side and 5'7 the same as mother.After about half an hour mother and grandma said there goodbyes giving me a kiss on the cheek and telling my tobehave myself and that Mrs wilson our nextdoor neighbour will check in to make sure that im ok..... Yes mom I will, thinking yeah right ofcourse I will!!!I waited for the car to drive up the road and I raced to the bathroom and hit the laundry basket.I had hit the jackpot!!! mother hadnt done the washing for 3 days, right on. Like many people, I was a little intrigued and started to explore the world of BDSM online. There are many sites some better than others but one day I ended up on a website with profiles of D’s and s’s or Dom’s and sub’s all clearly stated if they were male or female, dominant or submissive and anything in between. While I was looking around the many profiles and all the locations these people lived I decided to start my first chat with a woman who didn’t live close to me. Mainly because it. We all headed for the living room where Ed had laid out a bottle of wine and as we talked, we toasted one another and the meeting that was about to take place. After a couple of drinks each Ed decided it was time to adjourn to the bedroom and so off we four went. Ed and I took to the sides of the bed and stretched out a bit leaving the women to sit at the end of the bed next to each other. I had told Ann to make Cathy feel comfortable and to be the one to initiate things between them and for a.