After all librarians were not on minimum wages and as the head librarian of a library like Pitsbury's she must be earning quite a reasonable sum. It m...st have been her choice to live like a semi-recluse. He could only conjecture at childhood abuse, rape, some religious oddity, a criminal past ... He shrugged mentally. He would find out tomorrow. He just hoped it was something he could live with. As a barrister he would not be able to accept anything criminal although he was pretty sure it would. Licking and sucking them through the thin reinforced part of your stocking. Wanking myself slowly but rubbing all over your other foot and the sexy high heel with my cock. The train was slowing up as the station neared, but I was so horny, I was actually holding back my climax, rather than forcing it! I run the sole of your silky foot over my lips and nose and cheeks, feeling and tasting the softness and silkiness against the nylon. I could see you was just about to orgasm, but you were looking. S*s rubbed her breast.“Come on, lets get dinner started, I'm hungry". After seeing s*s and hearing what the neighbors wanted I was getting hungry too, the last time I had been 'out' was with my sister before she left, she headed back to her room and I went to get the salad ready.s*s had just come in when the front door again resounded to someone knocking. "I just got home, no one knows I'm here so it must be for you"Damn it, I wanted peace and quiet not Grand Central, I went to the door and s*s. But today was revenge time on that bitch mother of my sissy husband.When Paul came home and appeared before me nude with his cock and ballleash, I told him what had happened and he was mad as hell too. He knew I wouldn’t tolerate his mother disrespecting me and that she would need to be punished. I told him to call her up now and tell her he would never speak or see her again unless she agreed to become my sex slavejust like her son. I had him tell her how he was my slave and all the things.