"Hi, I am a fifty-five year old woman that requires regular discipline.”I jump, as almost as quickly as I hit send, the email notification signal ra...g indicating a response. Opening the email, I gasp."A woman your age knows what you need and rest assured you will get what you deserve. I’ve attached a picture. Meet me at the coffee shop in thirty minutes. Don’t be late.”Touching up my lipstick and running a brush through my hair I rush out the door and into the car. I pull into the coffee shop. She unlocked her office and stepped aside while the corporate attorney and the business student entered.“Wow!” Deirdre said, looking around at the spacious office. “I had no idea this was so large. Who uses it while you’re at school?”“No one,” Hailey answered. “It used to be Beth’s – Mrs. Barton-Warner’s – office when her father ran the company. Right now Phil and I share it.”“I heard he and Elizabeth were out of town for the next few days,” Deirdre said. “Where are they off to?”“Here and. I was going to wear it that first night in Spain, but unfortunately he thought the Sangria was fruit juice, and drank so much of it at the welcoming party that the tour rep had to help me get him to bed. And of course then he was ill all week, so I didn't get another chance. And I had to keep it really well hidden at home; Mum and Dad would have gone spastic if they'd found it. So it hasn't had an outing since June!" Poor you! So, did you wear it all the time while Jon was fucking you after the. I started to undo his pants but before I could finish he had me raising my arms to remove my shirt and he had moved me over to the edge of the bed. He started to remove my shoes and my pants sliding then off my legs leaving me on the bed in my white lacey bra and panties. As my hands frantically undo his shirt and worked to push his pants off he noticed a large wet spot on the front of my panties and the hunger for me overtook him. He kicked off his pants and pulled off his shirt and within.