If it seems to good to be true...
...it probably is...
I've been contacted by a man from Dubai who has offered to buy us both flights and pay for a hotel, if my wife will spend I've night with him. This is honest to God true.
Here's my reply. Comments/continuation would be MUCH appreciated and rewarded (access to pics, movies, fakes commissioned, etc)...
alxoane, 42
United Arab Emirates
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1 minute ago
perpetuavelouria
It's a good cock, yes.
I like your idea of us coming to Dubai one day, but it is a risk for us.
I have this nightmare/fantasy that we will be met in the airport lobby by you, and you will have a car waiting outside. We step into the car and you give us both a glass of chilled champagne.
You d**gged the champagne and everything goes dark. I wake up sometime later with a fuzzy head and my arms and legs seem impossibly heavy. As my consciousness returns, I realise that I am in a dimly lit, square room tied to a wooden chair. The chair is firmly booked to the concrete floor. I am seated about 50cm from a large window, looking out to darkness beyond, I can't see anything out there. I can turn my head only about 15° to either side of straight ahead to the window, due to some kind of high leather collar around my neck, which reaches up to the bottom of my ears on either side. I cannot tilt me head up or down. Whoever put me here wants me to look through the window, but I am confused, as I can see nothing at all beyond. the glass.
I shout and shout, 'help!' Again and again, until I am hoarse, but I hear nothing in reply.
Suddenly, after a few minutes, I am shocked as, through the glass and to the left an oblong of bright yellow light is thrown to the floor of a room identical to mine as a door is thrust open wide. Standing in the doorway, silhouetted by the harsh light behind him, stands a tall, well-muscled man, of Arabic appearance. He strides in, reaching to the wall on his right right as he enters, flicking a switch and the scene before me is revealed in its shocking entirety.
I was right in my supposition that the room through the glass was identical to mine. Identical, that is except for the occupant. Where I am sat facing the window, the occupant of the room next door is situated dead-centre.
It is my wife, Claire. She seems not to be fully conscious yet, so she was d**gged too. Here, however, the similarities end. Claire is strapped to some sort of framework, an old fashioned steel bed, with a wire support for a mattress. There is no mattress on the bed however, but there is an old, strained mattress leaning against the wall opposite from the door. Claire has been stripped down to her bra and panties; her hands and feet tied to the bed with rough hemp or sizal rope. The same rope has been fined doubled over and then tied tightly around her waist; then passed from the rear, through her legs and pulled tightly up into her pussy lips, before being passed through a loop at the front of this 'rope belt', leaving a long tail of rope, which extends from the centre of her waistline up through an iron ring set in the ceiling and back down again to the foot of the bed, where it is tied-off securely. The rope send to be cutting into Claire's sweet pussy very savagely, pushing the gusset of her black and silver lace panties cruelly into her most delicate and secret parts...
As I watch, helpless, the man walks slowly across the room towards Claire. I can't help but notice the massive bulge in the front of his trousers and I know for sure we made a massive mistake in coming here to visit A, the guy from Xhamster, who had offered to buy our tickets, give us accommodation, all for the price of one dinner date with my previous, sexy blonde wife....
I've been contacted by a man from Dubai who has offered to buy us both flights and pay for a hotel, if my wife will spend I've night with him. This is honest to God true.
Here's my reply. Comments/continuation would be MUCH appreciated and rewarded (access to pics, movies, fakes commissioned, etc)...
alxoane, 42
United Arab Emirates
Beware of the links to malicious and fake sites. Never enter your login details on other sites!
1 minute ago
perpetuavelouria
It's a good cock, yes.
I like your idea of us coming to Dubai one day, but it is a risk for us.
I have this nightmare/fantasy that we will be met in the airport lobby by you, and you will have a car waiting outside. We step into the car and you give us both a glass of chilled champagne.
You d**gged the champagne and everything goes dark. I wake up sometime later with a fuzzy head and my arms and legs seem impossibly heavy. As my consciousness returns, I realise that I am in a dimly lit, square room tied to a wooden chair. The chair is firmly booked to the concrete floor. I am seated about 50cm from a large window, looking out to darkness beyond, I can't see anything out there. I can turn my head only about 15° to either side of straight ahead to the window, due to some kind of high leather collar around my neck, which reaches up to the bottom of my ears on either side. I cannot tilt me head up or down. Whoever put me here wants me to look through the window, but I am confused, as I can see nothing at all beyond. the glass.
I shout and shout, 'help!' Again and again, until I am hoarse, but I hear nothing in reply.
Suddenly, after a few minutes, I am shocked as, through the glass and to the left an oblong of bright yellow light is thrown to the floor of a room identical to mine as a door is thrust open wide. Standing in the doorway, silhouetted by the harsh light behind him, stands a tall, well-muscled man, of Arabic appearance. He strides in, reaching to the wall on his right right as he enters, flicking a switch and the scene before me is revealed in its shocking entirety.
I was right in my supposition that the room through the glass was identical to mine. Identical, that is except for the occupant. Where I am sat facing the window, the occupant of the room next door is situated dead-centre.
It is my wife, Claire. She seems not to be fully conscious yet, so she was d**gged too. Here, however, the similarities end. Claire is strapped to some sort of framework, an old fashioned steel bed, with a wire support for a mattress. There is no mattress on the bed however, but there is an old, strained mattress leaning against the wall opposite from the door. Claire has been stripped down to her bra and panties; her hands and feet tied to the bed with rough hemp or sizal rope. The same rope has been fined doubled over and then tied tightly around her waist; then passed from the rear, through her legs and pulled tightly up into her pussy lips, before being passed through a loop at the front of this 'rope belt', leaving a long tail of rope, which extends from the centre of her waistline up through an iron ring set in the ceiling and back down again to the foot of the bed, where it is tied-off securely. The rope send to be cutting into Claire's sweet pussy very savagely, pushing the gusset of her black and silver lace panties cruelly into her most delicate and secret parts...
As I watch, helpless, the man walks slowly across the room towards Claire. I can't help but notice the massive bulge in the front of his trousers and I know for sure we made a massive mistake in coming here to visit A, the guy from Xhamster, who had offered to buy our tickets, give us accommodation, all for the price of one dinner date with my previous, sexy blonde wife....
8 years ago