? I love your blog," I felt myself redden slightly, a reaction I always tended to undergo whenever somebody recognised me from my online blog posts, "... Yes I am, how are you?" I offered him my hand which he shook vigorously, " nice to meet you, this is my husband Simon," the man shook my husband's hand firmly," I'm John. I cannot believe that it is actually you. I honestly thought you were not a real person , thought all your pics and sexy tales were just from a fake model type, but here you are. " "Really? Because his little calling card has been left all over everything." "Dom, what are you talking about?" "All of my files for work and personal information is gone. Shit everything on my computer has been erased, even those pics you sent me a long time ago." "Oh my god." "On top of that my fucking bank account has been majorly raped. I can't even get on my internet. I think I'm being DDoSed." The more he explained things to me the more it sounded deadly close to the things that I know. ”“Mm uhn,” I moaned into his butt.I reached around and started playing with his cock and balls. With the other hand, I rubbed up and down his muscular thigh.His cock hardened much quicker than I expected. He started thrusting into my hand; my tongue still licking his ass.I pulled away from his ass, and spun him around. As I jacked his cock, I looked up into his face. He was looking directly into my eyes.“I want more of that ass,” he said.“Anytime,” I answered. I stood, placed my hands on. She had thrilled to the idea and remembers the electric feeling of having someone, even a young boy, in such complete control, in such a position. She could impose her will on his vulnerable body.She remembered how as the boy grew, he didn't need a babysitter anymore. She saw a lot less of him. She went to college. She graduated from college. He went college. She went to graduate school and finished an MBA. He never seemed to date, always had his nose in a book. He was very quiet. Then when she.