For a moment, I had even considered choosing the home-invasion-kidnapping, but I hadn't wanted to actually reveal that much about my personal life. It... had been a far easier choice to untick the "rape" and "gangbang" options when I had mail-ordered my own kidnapping - I couldn't believe that women actually voluntarily chose to be fucked by complete strangers before letting themselves be dragged off into a new life, although admittedly, my panties had been pretty soaked by the time I had finally. She sent me home but asked me to visit her house early the next day so we could talk some more. She was really nice and made me feel good. I had never found a woman I could talk to so openly before and it felt really special to share my thoughts and feelings. The next day I ditched my paper round and went straight to her house. I rang the doorbell in anticipation, delighted to see Mrs Jones meet me at the door with a big smile. She was wearing a tight black suit dress, pantyhose and some cute. She moans, and I suck on her tongue. Our kiss deepens, I stop and look up and see her lips open quivering and I swoop down as she moans, I suck her lips and tongue in turns, as I slip my hands down and pull her ass as my hardened cock bulges against her stomach. Her palm now clutching me nails digging. I start kissing her neck…as she bends her head back and I slip my right hand and on her blouse covered breast and she moans…ohhh…saab…her breasts firm I rub a finger over d pointed. I told him no and he logged in and began to show me. He immediately pulled up an old magazine called 'Urban Nudist' that was very erotic. 'Some of these are closer to porn' he said. I felt a familiar twitch in my penis and decided to grab the mouse and scroll down. the pictures were amazing, vintage soft core 70s stuff that was very sexual. As I leaned over the desk while I scrolled I could feel my penis begin to swell. I had not brought a towel with me so sitting down was not an option. I.