Thursdays had almost become her reason for being. Friday morning Suzie was expecting the bishop for coffee. She had no idea why he was coming to see h...r rather than Jason, but she knew Ambrose fairly well. At six foot five, and although fifty-two, he was an imposing figure. He had played rugby until forty-four, only stopping when a knee injury and church duties forced him to. Although he had gone a little to seed, Ambrose was still a solidly built man. At ten sharp, Ambrose rang the doorbell.. Besides, she appreciated the “recovery time”. With the extra time, everything that was stretched was back to normal, and all the bruises and rug burns were now distant memories. She found herself craving for her Master’s attention. John was a new man. The last few days at Charlie’s house had been incredible. He rediscovered his passion, his sexuality and most importantly, his sense of self worth and pride. John was more than upset when Charlie and Bill filled him in on his wife’s new life of. Being exposed, submissive, awaiting a firm masculine hand to lay down the law.Seconds moved with the agonizing pace of honey pooling then beginning the plunge from the edge of the jar. On the wall across from Marie hung several pictures of Mr. Kindling at work and play as well as framed commendations from civic groups. She realized that she could see his reflection in the glass. She watched as he took a moment to admire her bottom. As he did so, he smiled, an expression she had never seen from. But till now she didn’t look me but adjusted her position for an easy access. Then I my hand started move upward, touched her left boob and started a gentle rub on blouse, At last I’ve succeeded to trace her nipple. When I start rub on it, it started too grown hard.Then I took my left hand from her body and searched anyone in bus getting a hint of our movement. I took my right hand up on headrest and she leaned forward. That gave me she too waiting to exceed the soft moves to an erotic. Myself.