A paddle, a playroom, a hot man... oh my!
As luck would have it, Alan moved a block down the street from where I live. It happens, right? Also, we started texting more, which was great but sometimes his texts turned me on so much, I had to finger myself in the ladies room at work. I got him back by sending him a picture of my pussy, knowing he’d be working late and thinking of what to do to me later. And when later came, he’d be...Read On