”“Oh, that is very good! Could you come this morning? I don’t want to put you out.”“Not a problem. I’ll be on a motorbike. What time?”�...Just ask for me when you arrive. What is your preference in beverage?”“Oh, coffee is always good. Black.”“Excellent. I’ll see you later this morning, then.”I found Dora with my mother in the kitchen. Dora was kneading bread dough, and Mum was rolling out pastry. Mum looked up. “Oh, Steve. You’ve made a much better choice this time.” Dora just smiled at me.“I’ve. If she was washing the dishes, I would come up behind her with my cock hanging out of my trousers and slightly brush up against her, making her feel my cock. On the sofa, I would pretend to be asleep with a full hard on hanging out of my bottoms, for her to get a close up of my cock. She would sit in front of me, leaning back on the sofa and I would position myself perfectly so when I turned around. my cock would brush her shoulder, making her turn and look face to face with my cock.I must've. She must of seen red as she put her foot down to get ahead of me forcing me behind and slowed to a stopI could see she was going to be a pain in the ass, so i over took her and blew her a kiss.She followed me as i made a left hand turn off the heavy cue of traffic, not realising i took a turn too early whilst the mist of all this road rage drama and ended on a dead end / curl de sac.She parks up behind meGets out of her car to have a go at me for giving her the "i want to lick your pussy" sign. “Can you fix it?” she asked playfully.“No problem,” I said. “Two minutes.”Kneeling, fully clothed behind this woman who was naked from the waist down and whose bits were utterly exposed to me, it briefly crossed my mind what someone watching – Sandy, for instance – might think. Something about a balance of power, perhaps.But I was no servant of Karen’s. Or rather, she was as much my servant as I was hers. We loved doing this together. She gave me the most intimate, secret part of her body, and.