“Devon? Oh, my goodness, well, look how tall and handsome you’ve become.”Devon beamed, “Thank you, Mrs. Wilde. You’re very kind. Would you l...ke to dance?”He touched her hand, and she felt a spark of something she couldn’t quite identify. It created a chain reaction that made her go damp. She started to refuse, but he looked her in the eyes, and she found herself saying, “Yes, I’d like that.”Once they were on the dance floor, Devon’s charm gave way to lust, “I’ve been watching you all night,. I grabbed my whip, she tried to say something but I grabbed her throat pushing her back down.As she looked up at me I told her this is what you wanted slut as I whipped her stomach and tits.I held her throat as the look of pleasure washed over her face.I whipped her over and over till her face was turning colors and marks popping up.I finally let go as she pushed herself up on the hood moaning oh fuck yes as she rubbed her pussy through her thong.I whipped her tits and body more as she screamed. Then I pulled the ragged denim covering my crotch to one side, showing him my wet pussy and asked him if he thought I should have posed like that for Greg. He replied that he wished I had and asked what else I would have done. I spread my legs wide. Then saying “Perhaps…this,” I moved my finger to slowly caress the folds of my exposed vagina and provocatively asked him if he would have liked to watch me do this in front of Greg.I asked Dave to take care of my pussy. While he teased me and. "Then when a client asked for tea, coffee, juice, or soft drink, I got itfor them. This permitted the operator to continue her work withoutinterruption. All the staff seemed to appreciate that. I put in an eighthour day although the shop was open for longer than that. When I left theshop it would be several hours before Barbara would be free to come homefor dinner with me. But this gave me an opportunity to shop and preparedinner. Yes, I can cook. You can too. If you can read you can cook..