.. I mean nothing..."Bob laughed, "No you were a perfect gentleman. If you had tried anything I would have slapped you down."She gave him a weak smile...at his attempt at humor, "How's the snow?" It looks like we have about fourteen or so inches on the ground," he said, "It looks like it's about stopped."Ann continued to sip her coffee. She was beginning to remember a little about last night when he tucked her into bed. She wasn't sure if she said anything that she should be sorry for or not."I. Mistress Jacqueline stood above him, her hands on her hips. She was wearing black leather trousers that hugged every inch of her legs and hips. He could see her black basque, highlighted with red buckles and edging, cinching her waist and covering a leather top which was open at the next, hinting at the delights that lay beneath. The light from the hall highlighted every little bump and curve of her hourglass figure.Mistress Jacqueline hooked a leash onto his collar and walked towards the. ..”Another brief shot of the road ahead – street lights on, the sun now gone - as we slow down and swing around a roundabout, heading toward the exit marked “City Centre – Nottingham A52” ... We’re heading for the city centre, rather than Nottingham, but we can see the confusion on Charley’s face when we cut back to her - tongue out a little, neck craning as she checks out street signs and tries to pick her way through the streets to the right address, finally pulling up infront of a little. As I came down from the most intense orgasm ever, I looked at her, covered in cum, looking shocked.“Don…” she paused, “I was not expecting that” she stammered, seeming confused. “I didn’t have a condom Mrs. Sharff, err, Diane,” and I trailed off, realizing what she meant.“I’m 60 for goodness sake, you could have finished in my pussy,” she said lightly. I thought I had upset her, but a cum covered smile ran across her face, and she laughed. “Next time, you can cum in my pussy. How often do you.