“Are you sure this is OK? I could try and find somewhere else to sleep.” I humbly uttered, wishing that she would beckon me in whole heartedly.“...ook, we can’t have you sleeping in the corridor – come on in and stop messing about”.That was my cue. She was so confident and could handle herself so well, I just couldn’t refuse. Yanking my bag a passed her in the doorway and she shut the door. I turned round to survey her from the rear, lingering my eyes on those beautiful hips an ass, and those. After years of watching her, waiting for warm days so I knew she would be out side wearing something that made my cock stand to attention just looking at her, I just wanted to go into her garden and run my hands up her legs and underneath her skirt to see what panties she had on under there, I visioned what she was wearing underneath after years of watching her hang out her sexy panties, my seat being so close to her fence and me sat so close to her panties wafting from her washing line drove. You get me so hot and horny that I actually break out in a sweat. I am moaning loudly and struggling more against the ropes. But before I can get any release at all, you turn to our bitch and say "you like the whip as much as my sweet does, don't you?" She smiles serenely and says, "Yes, Lord, I love the whip." You tell her to get up on all fours on the coffee table. She is elevated enough so that I can see all of her intimate places. You make sure that I have a clear view of her ass in the. I could feel the wet warmness of her. She smelt nice, and I knew that she had washed, and taken special care of her toilet, and appearance before she had come to my bedroomShe turned round to face me, not for a second letting go of my cock. Her lips touched mine softly, and I let my hand wander down her warm belly, and my fingers found her warm wet vagina lips. I gently probed her pussy lips. She pulled my hand away, and placed my cock between her legs, so that it mashed up against her pussy.