I asked ?Does that answer your question?? She said ?Yes, I was thinking you would be receptive to this. Let?s watch TV, I am going to think more abou... this and what I would like to propose.? For the next couple of days I was excited to think about what my wife would propose. When I would ask her about it she said she was not ready and she was still thinking about it. I couldn?t wait to hear what she was thinking about. That Friday night she made a soup which I did not recognize, the soup was. Ylena is pleased with the effect. I have the same sensations as before. I find myself totally caught up in what Ylena is doing to me, completely absorbed in the feeling that every movements is held back by the pressure of the ropes. Ylena declared herself pleased with her slooga and then I was put back in my cell.The bars locked closed, the shutters came down, the lights went out. I climbed into bed and pulled my blanket over me. There's no point in not trying to sleep and they keep us so busy. She gave me a once over and handed me her handbag and made her wayto the living room. I quickly returned to the kitchen and poured her aglass of wine, carrying it out to her on a tray. Mommy followed and satnext to Helen on the sofa. I left the room, closing the door behind me togive the women some privacy.I really had nothing to do except wait to be summoned. I was enormouslyhappy about having the weekends off to spend with mommy in my house but Iwas ambivalent about her working with me as a. Her hair was a luscious brown, and thanks to the dye she used, her roots were the same colour. She'd always been proud of her figure and looks, even after her husband left her for a 20 something secretary that worked in his office. Her left hand moved down between her legs and her middle finger stroked her pussy lips. She often played with herself while looking in the mirror, either standing up, or laying on her bed. She imagined it was somebody else's fingers making her wet. As her finger.