Her brown hair was teased up and cascaded around her head like a lion’s mane. The room was gorgeous. But, when you’re as famous and rich as Cindee...is, I guess you can afford the best. Plush, white carpet underfoot, tasteful furniture, high ceilings, huge windows, expensive looking art. The place was bigger than my house. Bigger even than the house Jerry and the girls and I had lived in when I was still married. “Cindee’s over this way,” said the woman in the red bathrobe. I followed her into. When she'd finished, fiftyof the wicked little devices clung to my genitals. As a crowning touch,she attached five-ounce weights to ten of them and had me rise up on my kneesso they could hang freely. A louder, more plaintive moan escaped mygagged mouth, eliciting quiet laughter from her as she got up and walked behindme into an adjacent room. I knelt there in silence,the pain in my sex gradually lessening to a dull ache. I told myself thatit was right and proper for me to be where I was. She started laughing and I did too. She comes over to offer to ‘kiss my owee’ and climbs on top of me to kiss my head. Her towel falls off and all of a sudden she kisses me on the lips. I didn’t stop her and kinda surprised myself by kissing her back. (I blame the booze!) her towel fell off and our tits touched making my nipples stiffen. I tried to tell her NO because I had to get ready but her hands and mouth made me putty in her hands. She went down on me and it felt so good. She ran her. I promptly told her, how sexy she was and she began laughing and told me she’s married. I stopped texting her that day.Next day, she dropped me a text and she was talking everything else other than sex. I couldn’t control my urge to get her to topic and asked her to play a small game. I told her if I win, I get a quick short kiss from her and if I loose, well then its ok. She asked me, but why? I told her, I couldn’t stop thinking kissing her juicy lips all night. She agreed and we played but I.