You have any red?” “Yes, I think I do. A nice Cabernet I picked up last month. I'll pour us both one. Why don't you kick off those boots and we'll...take a load off on the deck.” She poured two glasses, handing me one a bit fuller than hers. I followed her out, taking a seat overlooking one of the pastures. The horses were out feeding, the air was still, cool and fragrant. I folded one leg under me after kicking off my boots and socks. I sipped my wine as I gazed out over the landscape trying to. This of course was over lapped by the faded appearance of her with a bare, leather bound ankle and bare foot pressed against the neck of some poor boy they hand found at a bar across the street. He had actually wanted to participate with more then just the photographs, and within moments of completing the session, the boy, had been bound and gagged. She had wrapped taken a long piece of chiffon, and after folding it over a few times wrapped in around his face to use as a type of blindfold. It. I would have given quite a bit to introduce Madame to her, but rather considered that I would lose my best client to Madame were I to do so. More than once I made love to a woman whose husband watched us, having secured my talents for her. Several of these husbands did so as a gift to their wives, but many did so to watch their wives orgasm for the first time under my ministrations. I like to think the men learned something, although a few of them masturbated watching our lovemaking, which. “I don’t want to know how you did it, but thank you mom.”Her mom sighed, then chuckle softly. “At least I got a little gratitude. Anyway, if you two decide tomorrow night is the right time, don’t let us disturb you too much.”“Mom!” Allison shouted in unison with her sister. “We really didn’t need to know that.”“Think about this for a moment – what’s worse – knowing about it in advance so you can try to drown out the noise; or us catching you both by surprise?”Allison paused for a moment. “Mom.