She stared down at it and then up at me. "Impossible," she said. I put it away and she started the car.I belted in and she drove to her big house in t...e gated subdivision. "Won't be anybody home until four, four-thirty," she said with a smile.I leaned over and kissed her. 'Three hours might be enough." I was really eager.She laughed, but I was serious. I could do my grass widows in a half an hour or less, but girls my age took a lot of loving. With several virgins, it had taken hours. I. The narrow nondescript corridor led to what had been back in the day, the live-in servants quarters. Two rooms were vacant. The third was evidently Jameson’s. I saw a pressed butler’s uniform hanging by the door. The fourth door was closed. I heard familiar jazz music coming from within the room. I listened, recognizing the artist. I knocked on the door and the music volume immediately rose responsively. I lifted my knuckles to knock again, but said the hell with it. I went back to the study,. He had no wedding ring in his fingers…He said he was sorry by being naked in front of me; but I thought I could never forget the sight of that huge cock bouncing from side to side.I invited him a coffee, hoping something good could happen…As we were chatting, he reached out and touched my hand. Then I stood up and led him upstairs to the master bedroom. We both dropped our clothes and again I saw that magnificent dick…I felt my pussy was on fire and very, very wet. Then I felt to my knees in. But it made sense, in a way. She used her words to express herself, to defend herself, like we all do. For someone so unsure of who they really are, or for someone who used to be so unsure, anyway... her voice, her eloquence, her venom were a huge part of her. "So you have a weakness for being gagged." I said thoughtfully, "I'll keep that in mind." She looked up at me, worried. "It's not like... I'm not saying you can't do it again, if you want. I mean, it was very...effective." "Hm. And how do.