If you never want to see either of us again we understand.? Hepaused then continued. ?Sara told me that you were curious about the lifestyle. Do you w...ant to knowwhat it feels like to be bound and helpless? ? I stared at him transfixed. What was he really asking? Yes, I had fantasizedabout being tied up and serving a Master. I had even spent a few lonely nightslooking at bondage porn on the net. But this was different. Could I trust thispervert? Sara seemed to. The love they shared was. And I love the first time a chick sees my cock—that little gasp. Their eyes getting bigger and bigger as my cock gets bigger and bigger.Myra appeared to like it, as her other hand started rubbing herself on the outside of her dress. Then she asked me for a date. It was the damnedest thing.“There’s this movie I want to see. Maybe next Saturday you can take me to it. Would you like that?” Clearly, most of the blood wasn’t in my head, cause I was confused. Seemed like we’d bypassed dating and gone. " He was pointing and touching. "Brembo brakes, slave & master cylinders."His wife stepped into the garage, "Timo ... sell the fucking car ... last chance."He kept on talking, "LSD, Green Injectors, Lumenition Engine Management, Uprated fuel pumps, Forged pistons, alloy sump, Big Turbo engine" He took a breath, "Front mounted Oil cooler and large radiator, braided hose kit. 3" Stainless Exhaust, long Coil Over suspension with Sport Quattro arms and aluminum strengthening bars."A pause,. Often, it was for almost the entire weekend as they regularly had sleepovers. Try as I might to spend time with her as her father, over the years, more and more of Sophie’s time was spent with Grace. I tried hard not to be too jealous. I realized friends were also important – though, at times, it did seem like my daughter was slipping away. It looked like another weekend where I might not see Sophie as much as I was hoping.I slipped Sophie’s phone back into her purse and closed it. A few.