Flossie in bondage

We entered the Palais D’Coite. It was a most at- tractive tavern with hotel atmosphere. Roland regis- tered, then we were led to a “private dining room,” that is, it was called that by the host. In reality it was a sumptuous bedroom with a table elaborately set for dinner. I was awe-struck by the

A couple play with sexual dominance and bondage

I called Heather up and invited her over for dinner. She arrived promptly at seven PM. She was dressed in a clinging blue dress, her legs encased in sheer stockings and her feet in heels. I greeted her at the door with a light kiss on the cheek. Heather and I have a good friendship,