" Are you sure you want to walk with me, my Lord? People might jeer at us. Why is an upstanding writer associating with the rebel of the upper-class? ...on't you want to walk with someone 'proper' like Lady Watson?"I adjust my breasts in my visible corset while continuing my teasing, "You know, a lady who won't mention her unmentionables."His eyes travel down to my bosom and linger before finding my eyes again. "I have no such use for a bore like Lady Watson." And with those words, he moves. Her nipples are nice and hard, practically pleading for his attention. Colt quickly puts his hands on them, his hard cock prodding her belly.Emma grabs his cock again and says, “You like the new me?”“They’re perfect,” he groans.“They’re nice, but far from perfect,” she murmurs.Colt shrugs and leans his head down to kiss her lips. Then he moves down and kisses both her nipples. “They’re perfect enough for me.”His hands palm the underside of each of her breasts, lifting them slightly. They are. His tousled hair, also grey, confirmed that his involvement in his work overruled any consideration for his appearance. ‘If you really must.’ He took a long sip from his mug of tea and a mouthful of sandwich that he had also retrieved from the specimen fridge. He pushed the food to one side of his mouth to allow him to speak with reasonable clarity. ‘What we have here is a male Caucasian, probably in his thirties but I can’t be one hundred percent sure of that. Cause of death, well I can tell. I could tell she liked the idea, but it didn't fit her image of what a good wife should do. Also, since she started menopause, her interest in sex dropped. I still think she is very sexy and I am always hot for her. Eventually, Lynn agreed to take charge of my dick and we succeeded in finding a cock cage that I can wear all the time. I think she was hoping to find a way to please me without being bothered by my needs. It has been over a month since Lynn has let me out of the cage. She just.