From your bare luscious mound to restraints looped on your ankles, you are perfect. Breathtaking. Your motives confuse me, discovering a side of you ... have not yet seen. You give yourself to me, a submissive offering. I instinctively gently raise your leg, kiss and caress its soft skin. The rope wrapped around my fist, I pull it over you and tie you off. A last tug ensuring it’s secure. An escaping sigh, leaves your mouth as I calmly repeat the procedure, displaying my control. Shadowing you,. Advice for you, son, NEVER get married that way you can do and fuck what you want." With that he flashed out.I had to smile, though he looked old he wasn't, hell he wasn't that much older than me, I was still working on the counter of the aging dilemma he'd gotten hit with. I'd managed to stop it but it was still there, 50 years ago I had actually reversed a 100 years off him, it had to be the toughest spell I'd ever seen.Locking up I started to head home, this day had worn me out having to. I went to her left breast and did the same. I slid my hands down to her thighs and spread them out wide, letting the mesmerizing aroma fill the air. I put a single hand on her pussy and rested it there. She bit her lip hard. I began slowly kissing down her toned stomach towards my goal. She was already squirming and sighing as I worked my way to her glistening pussy. I moved my hand to her thigh and kissed her nice, shaved, clean pussy with a gentle kiss. She moaned and threw her head back. I. Nothing more (although that had always seemed a possibility). Couldn’t Jane be satisfied with just that? But, at the moment, her aversion to Charlie’s regrettable disfigurement made even that rather unlikely. Charlie returned with a Grande Filter Coffee (Fairtrade, of course) for himself and a glass and a plastic bottle of White Cranberry juice for Jane. He sat down opposite Jane and gingerly sipped from his still-too-hot cup of coffee while regarding her with evident apprehension. How should.