He was not a stupid man and he knew the signs; his wife was balanced on a knife’s edge. His little spitfire; alabaster skin surrounded by a cloud of...wild, flame coloured ringlets, green eyes, slit like those of an alley cat. He loved her wild like this; but twenty years with this woman had taught him to bide his time. His stance no longer predatory, but definitely alert, he made sure to keep his wife within his line of sight; Lisa had been known to get a little feisty. “Jason. Tell me that. "I hear Sara talking in the kitchen as I walk into the foyer. I freeze when Kim’s voice becomes clear. Her voice is soft. As I listen to them talking and laughing, I realize my hands are shaking. Damnit, I’m forty-six years old and nervous as hell.I remain motionless as I ponder my position. Let’s see, married for twenty-four years, we had sex two or three times a week. I reach the conclusion I’ve had sex over three thousand times in my life. Wow, that’s an impressive number if I say so myself,. You take off your bra and your knickers then put on the next dress. It is a long backless flowing dress dress. The cloth is silky which caresses your naked body beneath only adding to your excitement. It is a halter top with a plunging neck. You tie it loosely knowing it will show off more of your breasts wonderfully. Your nipples pushing trough and very visible. You look in the mirror looking at yourself. Your breasts nearly falling out your bum looks amazing but so obvious you have nothing on. " And you deserve punishment, don't you, Emma?" Yes... " Say it." I... I'm a naughty girl and I deserve to be punished... "Tommy said, "I think you should start calling us 'sir' don't you, Emma?" Yes... sir... " How old are you, Emma?" I'm 20, sir... " I don't think so. You don't look 20 to me. If you were 20, you'd be a grown-up, and you're not a grown-up, are you, Emma?" No... No, sir." You're just a little girl, aren't you, Emma?" Yes, sir... " So, I'll ask you again. How old are you,.