She was wearing jeans, and I was in casuals too.She asked me to make myself comfortable and lead me to her room. It was full of kinky things that I ha... never seen – from feathers to rigs, rope play to machines. Everything was assorted and had its place. There were various pictures of poses and sexuality depicted all around on the walls.She came back to the room wearing a black velvet bunny suit that made her look even more gorgeous. She was an older woman (maybe 10 years or so older than me).. She's slender but not too skinny, sporting a chest of 36C's... I'm guessing. She intrigues me and so when I see her in her room, I tend to just... watch. Even if she's not doing anything sexual, she arouses me making my 8 inch member stand proud. So I was sat watching, waiting for her to go to her room to get ready to go out, as she tends to do on Fridays. She usually has a friend over to get ready together and to pre-drink, but that day was different. It took her longer to get to her room, and. .. it'll add something."/Our daughters/, I thought, but kept my poker-face on."Besides, it'll be good practice for when you play against the boys." Okay..." he said doubtfully, and each night before we went to bed, we played strip poker until one of us (almost always me) was nude. The sight of my nude body did what it's always done to my husband, and it wasn't long after I'd stripped of my last piece of clothing that he couldn't hold back any longer, and the two of us tumbled into bed.Moving. The babes believed every fucking thing RP said. He got their attention real good and more than ever they wanted to get that fucking Mother T role.The real ass kicker was when he told them that he didn't give a shit about the money. No, no. This was the film he had waited all his life to do, and he was going to put everything the studio had behind the picture.RP told the broads he expected Oscars all around. Ya know, Cannes out the ying yang and fucking Golden Globes. Mother Fucking Theresa!.