Since her divorce, there had been only intermittent dating, and nowhere near the amount of affection, romance, or zesty lovemaking that she craved. Sh... had always been somewhat frustrated in that regard since her husband's sex drive never came close to matching her own. Having already been formidable in her forties, her sex drive now seemed only to be increasing in intensity into her mid-fifties. That being the case, take a fifty-four-year-old, sexually ravenous older woman, dress her up and. I think I am.”“Which would you prefer? Fingers or tongue?”“Oh, tongue. I’ve been craving you doing oral on me. I’m ready for you, Casey. Make me come.”I untied the ties holding together the waist cord of her G-string and eased the garment from under her. Now she wore only her stockings. “You made this pretty damp,” I remarked.“Oh, yeah? Look who’s talking.”She was right — the proceedings up to now had made me so stiff and pre-cum was bubbling out of me, soaking my briefs. I lay on my stomach. "I did. Alice showed me how to hook the brassiere in front of me and then turn it around. "You're flat now. If you had to catch up your breasts in the cups you wouldn't be able to do it that way," she said. "You'd prefer to bend over forward and hook it in back. But for now this will do." Alice," I said. "I don't have breasts." You'll feel as if you do, dear, in time. Just wait. Even today you'll see how important they are when women make love to women."Feeling as harnessed as a race horse, I. It was a dungeon, manacles hung from the ceiling, and others were attached to rings in the floor. A cross of ST Andrews leant in the corner and a collection of whips and other paraphernalia hung from a cupboard on one wall. I swallowed, trying to hide my excitement, and said ?Nice place, you’ve got here. I didn’t realize that you were that into BDSM.? John walked in behind me. ?I have a question for you Bill? he whispered, ?would you like to try it out?? I turned and looked at him, and said, ?I.