And my other hand? My other hand is a tease. It is stroking the wafer thin fabric of my skirt across the searing heat of my pubis before trailing its ...ingers down to find the hem. Then, ever so slowly, allowing it´s nails to work their way up the inside of my thigh where it comes to rest; gently stroking at the smooth soft skin just out of reach of the bubbling wetness of my vagina. I want to make it behave; I want it to form firm straight digits that I can spread my thighs about, sink down. Mr. Harold left, and I quickly sent out a "keep away" order to maintain our privacy. Shirley looked around and asked me, "So, what's on your mind, John?" Could you turn around and look at me?" I requested. Shirley swiveled her chair around obediently. It was tough to see her figure through the loose sweats that she wore, but I thought I could see the hint of a curve. I hadn't had sex all day, and I wasn't really in the mood to play around."I came here to fuck you," I said. "Why don't you stand. Mostly fiddling with his mail. He saw that I had finished and turned to me, "Now I will give you a choice" he said slowly and firmly. I stared back, confused. "I suspect you expect I picked you up for a one night fuck as they would say.. I did not. With me you must obey with all your heart, and you will stay here so long as I choose. If you do not wish this you may leave now and I will drive you home. It is your choice - be warned, I will be cruel at times but you will find much sexual. ‘In their stupidity they thought the hubby would keep an eye on things. Little did they know that it was often the hubby who enjoyed watching me play with their wives’.Jason had freely admitted to the fact that he preferred old ladies. I just love their wrinkles, droopy tits and bellies and once having gained their trust, their enthusiasm for sex, which I might add they probably have not had for a very long time. I did not start out with the intention of doing anything. It just happened’His.