She was wearing the perfect outfit to attract attention from every red hot blooded male in the joint, young and old. As always she danced with a few a...mirers, allowing their perverted hands to wonder whenever she thought I was out of view. I loved that dangerous streak inside her, I often wondered how I could get a hold of it and harness it for both of our pleasures, but for now I was happy to just watch and enjoy my wife’s drunken antics.We hadn't realised how late it was until the lights came. I recall our first meeting. The knot you tied for me then… My right hand is secure. My upraised arms cause my breasts to rise. You take care not to touch me. You secure the left wrist, gauging the tension. I smell your clean freshness as you move around me, busy in your work. I part my legs, matching the lower limbs of the cross, until my feet touch the inner angle where wood meets floor. You bind my ankles to the cross. More loosely than my wrists, so my ankles have some freedom of movement.. At first, she hesitated, not quite sure what he wanted. Alex walked over to her as he took off his suit jacket and shirt, placing them on the sofa. He grabbed her hand and pulled her over to him as he sat on the sofa and, placing her over his knee and started to spank her. Georgie screamed a little at first.Alex just laughed at her and said: “When you’re with me you never hesitate. You do what I want, when I tell you, otherwise, you will be punished, do you understand?”He let her stand back up. The moonlight cast a soft generous light on her aged, naked body. The pale light made her once red hair, now mostly gray shimmer in its light. The lines and wrinkles in her face were softened and not as hard looking. Her once firm breasts were now sagging a little bit, still soft with prominent nipples, her stomach had a slight roundness to it. She ran her hands down her hips moving back to ass. She noted how it too had given in to gravity. The Woman moved both hands to her pussy which used to.