We had our own business dealing in groceries, the shop was very profitable, and we had no money worries.One day I was sitting at home watching the tel...vision when my mother came home form the shop and informed me that she had been invited to a banquet to honour her achievements in the grocery business, she said that normally she always refused the yearly bash, but as she was to be honoured thought that she should attend, I was sort of half listening and half watching the TV, my mother raised. The frogman-like suits looked quite menacing, as they eerily watched over the bondage bench in the centre of the room.The sturdy wooden bench was black in colour and fitted with an array of restraining rings. It was the size and shape of a large bed, and stood some three-feet off the floor. The rubber sleep-sack, which held Dr. Harper's frustrated patient, lay centre stage, and was secured to the bench by a dozen or more leather straps.The shiny black cocoon held its hapless captive in limbo,. As I slipped in, Scouts back arched and she moaned even louder. I moved my tongue in and out of her virgin pussy. I was pushing my tongue into her as far as I could, and she was thrusting her pussy into my face to help get it deeper. I brushed against her hymen on the furthest trust. I pulled out my tongue. Scout wined for more. Im going to give you more, I said. Im going to fuck you, OK Yes, please, she moaned, sounding desperate. I want you in me, please! I stripped off my shorts, and placed. Monica had two children with husband Arthur: Alannah now aged 28 and Kristin aged 32. They are both happily married with young children.Monica turned out to be an excellent cook. I brought a bottle of wine, and we finished it off after dinner. We kissed and cuddled for over an hour. Monica is an old-fashioned, woman and clung to her family values. In spite of that, I was able to cop a feel of her breast before the evening was over. We agreed to see each other again, but Monica asks that I take.