Simon stood five six and the woman in front of him looked to be at least three inches taller. She had rich blonde hair without a trace of gray, but th...t only meant that she frequented the hairdresser much like his own mother did. Unlike his mom, or most of the older women he knew, Mrs. Petrowski didn't look either too fat or skinny as a rail. The medium sized breasts that pressed against her flowered dress hardly seemed to sag at all either. There were of course some soft lines on her face that. He was going through his bag again. ?I know it's in here?there it is!? Sheheard the ripping sound of Velcro. Of course he'd bring the strap. It wasn'teasy, but if she was patient she could work her handcuffed hands down, overher hips, around her legs and back up in front. He had found a solution tothat, a nylon strap with Velcro loops that went around each of her arms, abovethe elbow. It wasn't uncomfortable, unless she tried to pull her arms apart.With the strap on it was impossible to get her. They could not reach all the way around. She started to slowly stroke up and down. I reached down and rotated her hand back and forth. She got the idea and was soon doing it on her own. "Are you close?" She asked. I really wasn't, so I said. "Could I see your tits? That would help." She hesitated and looked at me. "Ok, you can touch them too if you like." She smiled and took off her shirt. Her tits were amazing. Great size and beautiful nipples which were sensitive. I reached out and flicked. "We are going to try something you haven't done before. If you do not help me perform these tasks you will not get my reward. You know you want me so do as I say." Standing her up I grab her head and plunge into a deep firm kiss. My other hand wanders down and feels her already warm crotch. Lifting her dress above her head and pulling it off I reveal her large supple breasts and shaved pussy. Taking her hand I lead her into the tub and sit her naked body on the floor. I climb in and stand.