The skimpy demi bra allowed her nipples to be open to her touch. She could just be naked of course, but the lingerie made her feel younger and sexier....The slight sag in her breasts, the hint of stretch marks on her hips, were masked by the fancy lace. In lingerie, she felt more like the knock-out young woman she had once been, rather than the “handsome” fifty-five-year-old she had become.She was still very attractive. Since her divorce, she had not lacked for the romantic or sexual company of. Despite what he had witnessed earlier that day, he didn't dare cross that line yet. Instead he replied, "I can take care of those things myself."She looked at him for a few uncomfortable seconds, and then finally asked, "Do you... Um... Do you take care of those, um, things often?" Almost every day," the answer was out before he could think better of it. Marion's eyes grew large at the answer, but she dropped her gaze to her nearly empty plate."Eat your food, before it gets cold," she finally. "No, Sir." He reached for the control box. "Maybe the other hooks. For your nipple rings? Remember?" She shook her head vigorously now and muttered, "No, Sir! No, Sir" and lurched forward toward him, staggering like a drunk.Lauren watched the scene. She never understood Ruiz, how she could keep pushing Peter to take her further and further into the world of pain. Even now, when Ruiz could barely walk, Lauren saw the gleam in her eye, could almost hear her asking Peter, "what's next?" She felt. Instead of worrying about that, I flipped around and sat up. While he watched, I took off the t-shirt. His eyes traveled down, starting at my eyes and ending up staring at my tits. I took his hands and put them on me. He was rough and I liked it.“Take off your shorts,” I said a few moments later.As he did, I took off my thong. I knew we shouldn’t cross the line. It would lead to him wanting more than to be just friends. However, I couldn’t help myself.I climbed on top of him. I positioned.