I caught a wiff of his aftershave and took a deep breath to take in the smell fully. He was looking straight at me and I couldn't help but see his lov...ly blue eyes. After a few seconds gazzing into his eyes I noticed he had something in his hand. "Excuse me miss, I believe this is yours." In his hands he had hold of something that looked like a purse. I then realized it was mine. "I saw you drop it as you checked your phone, I couldn't help but look through your purse and was in awe when I saw. My used wife. At the age of 25, my wife Katy is in peak physical shape. She has long blond hair, is quite tall, and is slim. She is the love of my life.As I move to the couch, our eyes meet, there is no need for words - I am acutely aware of what I need to do. Wearing black lingerie and stockings, Katy is reclined on the couch. She may very well be in exactly the same position she was when Peter left. It looks like she hasn't moved. Her cheeks are still red. She's smiling of course, and there. They both went straight to her room to start the punishment for the weekend. As soon as they got to her room he instructed her to take off her dressing gown and get on to her hands and knees. This was how she was to be all weekend. She must crawl like a dog. He then instructed her to make them a drink. She crawled to the other side of the room and poured him a drink but before she could pour her own he stopped her and gave her another instruction. She was to pour hers in a bowl and that was how. . was that a hint of a smile on her face? A mysterious smile. Yes. Making fun of me? Or... She was beckoning toward me. Me? I pointed at my chest and she nodded vigorously. Well, why the hell not? I slowly made my way toward her."You. Yes, you. I saw you looking at me. What's the matter, guy? Never seen a fat bottom before?" Well... none quite as nicely shaped as yours."She began laughing, then slapped me on the back. It damn near knocked me over. She was several inches taller than I was, and.