She was wearing a pair of crotch-less leather knickers with a peep-hole leather bra and knee-length leather boots. Her clitoris, navel and both nipple... were pierced with large silver rings and a chain ran up through all four rings to fasten at a studded leather choker round her neck.She began to pace slowly round and round the table, whipping his chest, stomach, arms.“What am I going to do to you you worthless cunt?” She said and then she grabbed his cock and started tugging it as though trying. There is a slight pause to pour on some more warm oil. His hands turn to one shoulder, making sure that each muscle gets adequate treatment, not moving on until the objective is reached and the muscle is soft and pliant. He continues down my arm with the same methodical treatment – find a muscle, stretch and knead it until it is soft and pliable as wet spaghetti. Then move on to the next. When he finishes a part, he makes sure it is covered with the sheet. When he gets to my hands, he continues. I am 42 year old housewife and my son(21yrs) is studying in B.com 3rd year.To start with I will tell more about me, I have severe lust. In college days I had a boyfriend but I have no intention to marry him because he belongs to another religion. He too doesn’t want to marry me but he needs sex. We used to kiss madly whenever we find a gap. He loved my boobs so always kisses my boobs and jack my bubble ass.All guys loved my figure and stare at my body. He always insisted on sex but I didn’t. “When we met that first time a few weeks ago I got the impression you were not very comfortable working here. I suspected you would have left by now.”“Well, it’s not like I plan on making the Silver Stallion a career,” she laughed.“Money?” he asked.“Is it that obvious? I’m behind in ... but we don’t need to talk about my problems. I’d rather hear about you.”“Over dinner. I’ve reserved a table at The Coach House. I hope that’s acceptable.”Gwen had heard of the The Coach House but it was one of.