Her pouty lips are quivering slightly in excitement as she keeps her eyes fixed on me. It is clear that I am running the show and she defers to me wi...hout a thought for you, her husband.I take her hand but instead of shaking it I pull her to me and give her at first a gentle and then a demanding kiss. She tries to escape and I hear you gasp in protest. I look at you over her shoulder without releasing your wife's lips and that one look compels your silent acquiescence of my m*****ing your. Sometimes she wears leggings and a long jersey in winter. "Let's go in the lounge" Ms Wilson says. My mother turns around and walks through the door, Ms Wilson looks up the stairwell straight at me. Can she see me sitting on my lower legs fingering my little man in a boat. I let out a little moan. Ms Wilson slaps my moms bottom hard. SMACK. I hear Ms Wilson tell my mom to straddle the coffee table. My mother mumbles her protest. SMACK. I sneak down the stairs silently to the door. I see my. God it was so horny” she replied breathlessly.“Wow, really. How on earth did that happen”? I asked.She explained in great detail. “Well, after I arrived, she came down to reception to meet me and we went into the bar for a quick glass of wine. We were sat in the bar chatting and she said that I looked really sexy in my little tartan skirt. I said that it was a really cool skirt to travel in and drew lots of interested looks from both men and women on the train. She said that she wasn’t. " Ahh! Stop." Do as you were ordered."Claire began unbuttoning her blouse. She slipped it off and held it out tentatively."Drop it, then continue."Claire let the blouse slip from her fingers, then began on her bra. She dropped it on the floor on top of the blouse. She stepped out of her shoes and unfastened her skirt. When she had removed everything except her panties, she hesitated."Oww!" The switch struck the back of her thighs."You were told to undress. Are you undressed?" No, sir." Why had.