.so here goes...It was Tuesday night, I had arranged to meet Michael at his hotel for lunch the next day. I spent a long time in the shower ensuring I...was smooth all over, and then made sure that my favourite bra, panties and suspenders were ready to wear under my suit the next day for work.Wednesday morning. I woke up and had a quick shower, slipped into fresh seamed stockings, clipped on my black lace suspender belt and pulled on the small black panties. The bra completed my underwear and I. Y... Yes, S... Sir," she replied breathlessly. "I think it excites you, thinking of yourself as my slut. Doesn't it, Annie?" "I feel... very n... naughty... Ooooo thinking of m... myself like that, S... Sir." Tap. Tap. Tap. On her clit, right through her g-string. "You are naughty. Your cunt is wet and you can't keep still. Can you?" My eyes burned into hers. Pop! I struck the crop on her right hip. "Ohhh... N... No, Sir." Pop! Right thigh. "No, 'what'?" I asked. She hesitated. Pop! Right thigh. “No you do not, your task is to impregnate my daughter in law,” Lady Margaret insisted, “Surely you have no objections?”I looked at Lady Jane, a vision of lovliness as she looked at me and looked away embarrassed.“Er, well she does look a little young and vulnerable?” I suggested.“Good lord, she’s been married for two years and fucked lord knows how many times.” Lady Margaret snapped.“Thirty seven,” Lady Jane confirmed.“Hanson would have exceeded that in a fortnight,” Lady Margaret sighed, “My. Since we first meeting I had been fantasizing about her. After fifteen years she had changed. With three kids her boobs had gotten bigger, but with each subsequent kid they hung lower. Her belly was soft and plump, but proportionate to the rest of her body. Her thighs were thick and chunky and her ass was big and round. However, none of that changed how I saw her. I always openly flirted with her and over the years the flirting had become more reciprocated. Whenever we were with family it.