I wonder if you would mind showing us where you were struck." Only if you stop calling me Miss Peterson. My first name is Joan."Frank and I agreed. Mi...s Peterson, Joan, slowly stood. She took the few steps needed and stopped in front of us. I didn't know about Frank but I was beginning to rise to the occasion. Joan pulled the hem of her blouse from her skirt and finished unbuttoning it. Letting it slip to the floor she half turned and opened the snaps in the front of her bra. She pulled away. " Mum please," gasped Clare."What, oh yes sorry," said her mum, "I'll make some tea."We sat down in the back room and tea arrived. After a few uncomfortable silent minutes."Are you still seeing Sandra?" she asked."Yeah great girl," I said truthfully."Oh, that's nice," she said, but suddenly my heart stopped beating, I just had the silliest thought that she wasn't happy I was seeing somebody else."Thanks for bring me home safely," she said, within minutes I was walking home.After being so close. I laughed at her and she pouted in pretend upset but then she put her glass down and ran her fingers through my chest hair. She leaned against me with a sigh of contentment. Im so happy, she murmured, I want this to go on for ever and ever. I was feeling pretty contented myself and with a sense of sexual fulfillment that I hadnt realized that Id been missing. Sex with my wife had become routine, unimaginative and infrequent. Now that I had rediscovered the pleasures with Sheila I would have. She turned, revealing an even harder, meaner looking erection and pointed at the floor in front of her.“Kneel.”Her voice was as icy as the air, but her words were laced with lust. Her eyes gave her away, just as much as her tone. She was presenting an image of discipline and control, but a savage hunger was driving her. One that obliterated any attempt to stifle, hamper or delay the taking of carnal pleasure and the attainment of sweet release.Andrew knelt on the cold tile and did what felt.