“Get on your knees.” Emily fell to her knees with a thud, she brought her encased hands up under her chin immediately as she knelt with her legs ...pread wide. “One more thing.” I pulled a pair of weighted clamps from the nightstand and snapped them on my little pet’s hard nipples. She let out a yelp as the rubber tipped clamps bit down onto her sensitive flesh. “Time to do some work.” I snapped a long leather leash to the thick ring on her collar, her ass still glowed red from. Ron had taken one look at her in one of her new outfits and told her that if he wanted a hooker, he'd go out and get one. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. After spending two hours on the phone with my wife, Jane left Ron and moved back home with us. I wasn't keen on the idea, but those of you who are married and have children know how mothers can be. Bottom line was that I had no say in the matter anyway.Now, the kids had been grown and gone for over fifteen years and things had. I could at least unhook a bra without too much trouble. I leant over her to find the catch and despite the surpassing weirdness of the situation, despite the four pints of beer I'd drunk, my mental associations got the better of me. As I pulled her bra away giving me a good look at her small, firm breasts, I found a semi pushing uncomfortably against the fly of my jeans. Damn it, this was no good at all. I couldn't let my body betray my veneer of outer professionalism. This was business, not. As for being a socialist — I don’t need to explain that to you.’ She shook her head. ‘No you don’t. You can clearly afford to be a socialist, while I have to work at being a conservative. So… where is Miss Socialist?’ ‘Gone,’ he sighed again, ‘how did you know?’ ‘The house is just a touch feminine. I’m struggling to imagine this is entirely your taste. Is she coming back?’ He shook his head. ‘She didn’t like the University lifestyle. Moved back home, to Nottingham.’ They sat drinking the tea,.