.."I'm here..." - Lyna was looking behind the curtain in her fitting room, "...can you get me this blouse but size M, this one is to large for me...th...y are just there.." - she pointed her finger..."Sure, no problem..."Found that blouse in size M...returning to give this blouse to her.."Here you go..." reaching my hand when suddenly curtain kinda opened up and revealed a bit more than it should...her boobs flashed me, she was without bra...damn, she has big rings around nipples...turned around. " 'Hmmm...' I thought. That answered a couple of questions. I told her I had been divorced for the last three years. The conversation flowed progressively easier as we went through dinner. We ordered dessert but decided against coffee and instead hit a local jazz club we noticed a couple of doors down. As we walked out the door and down the street to the club, the evening air felt good. We held hands and laughed as we told each other jokes. We arrived at the club in a few minutes. As we went. He knelt behind me and began to rub my ass cheeks, smacking them and massaging them. He leaned in and began tongue-fucking my asshole, heating me up to a fever pitch. He reached down on the floor and picked up one of his old discarded beer bottles, and easily slipped it into my ass, pumping it in and out to open up my ass. He put the bottle on the floor in front of my face and told me to lick it clean while he fucks me but good. He took his position, standing behind my upturned, quivering ass,. It would push himfurther and further on in his transformation when he was alreadyteetering so close to the brink of disaster - so close to losingeverything forever. And the specific form of it was terribly dangerous.When her ladyship returned, if he couldn't command her to change themback; if instead he fawned around her, acting every bit her inferior,then she might never agree to make the change.His attention snapped back to the moment when Powell rapped his handwith the end of the ruler. "Do.