Sensual shadows and erotic curves entranced my mind. The perfume of cinnamon and nutmeg filled my senses. She moved slightly, her hands bound to the b...d head, her face masked and gagged pressed to the down filled pillow. Her body curved as she knelt with her ass in the air, legs parted, cheeks firm and round. I could take my pick, and neared the edge of the bed, the height so well judged that my erect member so easily sought its goal. Her maid-servant, herself a well rounded and pretty young. At that, she relaxed her grip, but kept stroking lightly for perhaps another minute. ‘How was that? Now maybe you can go to sleep,’ Sue whispered, as she removed her hand from Ernest’s, now quite limp, but still impressive organ. Then she kissed him once again. ‘I gota admit that felt good,’ Ernest said as they both relaxed. ‘But I want to do it with you, Sue.’ He couldn’t believe he could ever have brought himself to suggest such a thing, but the recent experience had emboldened him. Perhaps. I must have been there foranother 15 minutes when Tom returned full of apologiesfor being so long. He untied me and straightened me up,saying that I must be stiff being left tied in thatposition for so long. He made no mention of anyone elsebeing here, so if he hadn’t arranged it, who was it. Isaid I was feeling stiff and would go and have a hotbath to relax. In reality I wanted to wash out all thespunk in me before Tom noticed.It was as I lay relaxing in the bath that I heard thesame. "I love the women who dress in skirt and dresses, as you do." I said, not knowing why.I blushed. As we were standing close to each other our hands touched. We regarded each other for a second and began to move our lips to each other. We kissed.I cannot remember the rest of our walk home. It was like a dream to me. I remember only kissing her at her door.The next weeks went by with her only: walks to the park, the zoo, along the river, hiking trips into the mountains. Cinema was one of our.