Duration: 67 minutes
When he had seen her profile on FuckR**** he had thought he was onto a sure thing. Single woman, living alone, up for NSA fun! And such a cheeky smile on her profile as well. He had immediately felt a tingle in his shorts. Too easy!

So he had turned up for their date at her house, having made sure to park his car far away from her house. After all he wouldn't want her to know too much about him...

The date had gone really well, she was funny. Seriously blunt and to the point, but he had loved that she seemed to want to get dirty almost as much as he did. Glass after glass of wine was followed by whisky shots and he was feeling very comfortable with her.

But then he had slipped up and told her that he was married. The shadow that passed over her face should have spelt trouble for him, but he was so ***** he wasn't even paying attention. And then she had stripped him of his clothes and he felt all inhibition disappear.

When she slipped upstairs - with all his clothes - to change into something more comfortable he couldn't believe his luck! She looked like the freaky type! He couldn't wait!

But then when she came back downstairs she was dressed up in Domme gear!?!?!? And what was she saying that she was a Domme?!?!? And she was going to make him her slave for lying and deceiving her?!

Oh fuck! This was turning out to be a very BAD DATE indeed!