And who might you be?”“Rebecca, but call me Becks.”He was obviously reluctant to release my hand as he held it in a firm grip that sent a shiver...up my spine.“Is there a Mr. Becks?” he asked.“Yes. However, he is six hundred miles away.”As we sat there, I shift in my chair. I move my legs, crossing them over, my right leg over my left, showing off my hot wife anklet with my shoe dangling from my foot. The movement of my legs caused my dress to hitch up high, allowing my stocking tops to be seen. It was one thing to be her chauffer, but to be her boyfriend? This made no sense. He suspected that something was going on and he decided to get to the bottom of it.So do you think that people are staring," asked Derek, before taking a bite out of the sandwich his mother made him."I'm guessing, they are," smiled Sandy."Catch any grief yet?" Surprisingly, no," she said, before taking a bite of pizza."Well, since you're the queen bee, I guess you can date who you choose."It's good to be Queen,". .... just cum already, talk about something that will make you cum fast", she signed.I said, "Ok, here I go!" She rolled over under the sheets and faced me, as I was on top of the sheets stroking myself. I was getting aroused just thinking of telling her a true story of something that I did in my college days that I always wanted to tell her but didn't what her to flip out.I started the story by saying, "Remember the time when I was in college and lived in the basketball house and I was the. .. with some trepidation.“God how you’ve earned that noose ... I’ll have you begging for it!”. Without further ado, the mature woman twisted her elegant torso, and filled the room with the echoing sound of the cane and its impact against flesh, her cunt moistening with sadistic release in her stringent effort in seeing him to tears. Her small audience of femininity delighted in seeing her mature bust and buttocks swivel in the tight long dress as she pressed home her mark of authority on.