"Soup or salad?" Salad please." And you sir?"Bill lowered his drink from his mouth and said, "I'll have the ossobucco, what's the soup today?" Minestr...ne and clam chowder." I'll take the chowder." Very good, would you like another drink sir," noting that Bill hadalready finished his glass of bourbon."I think we'll have a bottle of wine, send us a good red."Brenda was becoming uneasy with Bill's alcohol consumption, his firstdrink was just reaching his brain and the next three were waiting. I would need it again. Pouring a glass of wine I sat down at my computer desk. I got out my sex egg and set the switch to ‘random’ and licked it a few times before pressing it deep into my aching bruised pussy. Oh yes, that was better. Next I pulled up ‘my pictures’ and hit ‘play as slideshow.’ Soon all my lovely pictures of gorgeous and not so gorgeous Dominatrix’s started showing on the screen. About every fifth picture was of some lucky lesbian slave tied in various cruel and demeaning. As they kissed she began to feel a huge bulge press up against her hip, using her hands, she pushed his backside onto her hip, putting pressure on his cock. She still couldn’t believe what she was doing, half naked in her office grinding up against the cock of one of her students, but at that moment she didn’t care that she was married anymore, all she wanted was to be fucked by this young man.As they kissed she pulled her lips from his and whispered into his ear ” this is your lucky day ”. I slipped out of the kitchen to call our next door neighbor Mrs. Johnston to ask her to watch Mother for a little while. I cooked her scrambled eggs mixing in shredded cheese and ham chunks while I waited for the toast to pop up out of the toaster. Hearing the toaster ding, I slid the scrambled eggs onto the plate and buttered her toast. I placed her breakfast in front of her. Handing her the fork, ‘Enjoy your breakfast Mama, I need to go for a walk. I called Mrs. Johnston to come over and.