She always knew just how to push my buttons. You see, the irony is that I am older than her, not a lot, but enough. I started seeing Amanda when I...was 26; the thing is she was only 15 at the time. The details of how we actually met are for another story, just not this one. Short of it is I’ve always had a thing for younger girls, and she just happened to like older men. We saw each other for a while, without her parents knowing of course, for about a year, and on her 16th birthday, she. She pointed the cane to a padded mat in the middle of the floor."Take your clothes off and kneel there immediately!" He started to strip, and the women removed their over garments and sat in the circle of leather seats, crossing their legs and watching him strip. They taunted him about his little cock and some of them stroked it with the heels of their stilettos.A French maid came in with drinks which she handed to the women; she saw some were smoking so she handed an ashtray to him, so he. I'd become addicted to her touch, me touching her. I didn't know what I'd do about Bob, what she'd do about Steve. Neither of us would ever leave our husbands I guessed. I kept reassuring myself that our few hours in the morning were enough.The days became weeks, then months. Our periods often came at about the same time and we would just kiss and fondle each other's breasts, or maybe just a little touching of our asshole, never quite getting to the point of penetration or licking as so often. She asked me to accompany her to the washroom, she went inside and pulled me in and kissed me.I was on cloud9 as we kissed and she wanted me to press her ass harder. I pressed her boobs and they were very soft and popping out of my hand. We kissed for around 10-15 minutes and my hands were between her legs and rubbing her pussy. I went down and starting licking her pussy and she was moaning uhhhhhhhhhh awwwwwwweeeeee. She had a clean shaved pink pussy, her hole was out of the world. I licked.