T.S, Corkscrew MoonsaultGrace looked around amazed at what she was seeing. Grace had finally arrived at the UofA arena where Monday Night Raw would be... held... Except this time she won't be in the audience, she'll be in the ring. Grace paid her Uber and took her stuff before thanking the driver and making her way towards the building.Grace looked down at her outfit of choice; a nice lime green blouse complementing spme clean-cut black jeans and some Black Vans sneakers as she wears a rose in her. I'm forty-two, bisexual, divorced and Jen lured me into her sex web about five years ago. We've had a lot of adventures together since then and they're not over yet."Steve was next to speak, "Hi, Barb and Kevin, it's nice to meet you and my name is Steve. It was almost three years ago that Jen invited me to join the group. I'm fifty years old and single. Until I joined the group, I kept my bisexuality a secret but now I'm proud of it."Then the hot Nubian Queen next to Steve said, "My name is. I finally sat up and looked down at the belt on the floor. My anger quickly turned into gratitude and amazement. Despite the fact that I was so pissed at her that I could have tore her head off, I was amazed. She delivered exactly what she said she would?an inescapable chastity belt. I couldn’t walk out with the thing over my shoulder so I put it back on and left clinging to the key to my freedom. I had no idea what her address was so I sent an email to the original contact who arranged the. ‘Mrs. Whitman, what are you doing to me?’ Angel asked. ‘Why c***d, I am going to have you for myself,’ she said as her hands began to massage Angel’s bare midriff. Angel watched as the boney hands played over her tanned stomach and rose upwards to just under her breasts. The woman worked slowly and was careful to let her fingers slide just under the edge of the panties and then just under the bottom edge of the top. ‘What do you mean have me?’ Angel asked, playing the part of a girl being.