If it had been Polly who had walked in what would she have thought? That you’d been knitting?”Mike’s face had gone from being white with fear, t... red with embarrassment and back to white again. “I-I-I’ll g-g-go and g-g-get dressed,” he said but Anne wasn’t having any of that.“No you don’t, if you don’t want me to tell Polly about this, and I don’t think she would be very pleased with you if I did, then the least you can do is put on a show for me. I always like a wank or a fuck before going to. She has requested to go to a sex therapy class for couples and that was what this story is about. We arrived at the class a little early and both of us were nervous cause we had not done anything like this before. This was a big step for her and I was proud that she would make this effort. The classroom had a half dozen mats spread out on the floor with one up front by its self. We were the second couple to arrive and were greeted by the therapist, a beautiful woman in her mid to late 30s with. She fell face forward towards the floor, putting out her hands to brace against the impact. Her skirt slipped up high enough to reveal a good portion of her very cute ass, as she turned and landed on it. She pulled down on the hem of her skirt as she sat on the floor, looking up at me. “Watch that first step,” she remarked, turning red, “It is a doozie!” I extended my hand and helped her to her feet, asking if she was okay. “Just a bit embarrassed,” she replied. “I don’t know why I am so. “ I’m sorry I can’t be the woman you want me to be. But from 6 pm. until sunrise, my body is yours. I will do anything you want.”My cock stirred. “Anything… sexual?”“Yes. ANYTHING, your deepest darkest fantasies. I promise. As long... as you promise to marry me.”“I do.”Within a minute a picture downloaded on WhatsApp. Ria was dressed in in black French lingerie and heels. She was also wearing makeup which was a first. Her eyes highlighted with mascara and her lips painted plumb. She had a.