I started peeking from the door hole bt was not able to see her. I masturbated 3 times taking her name.This was the first time I felt of fucking her.N...w I started having lookk at her body….Her big ass n boobs whenevr I got a chance to do so.. I nw started looking fr her panties n start smellng them n I used to masturbate by surrounding my cock by it.. I was so out of control n badly anted to fuck her….I was looking for a chance bt was not gettng it…So I enacted to be slept at the afternoon n. I was just about to stick some porn on to scratch my itch when my phone buzzed on the table next to me. It was her! She said sorry for the late reply she hadn't been very well but that she would be more than happy to share her experiences with me and I should pop over tomorrow afternoon about 2pm. I replied thanking her and saying I will see her then. All that evening and the following morning time seemed to drag. Eventually however it was 2pm and I found myself standing outside her front her. Her diet was strict, and she was required to wear waist trainers at meal times. Rose was a gorgeous girl, almost unreal in appearance. Fitted with a collar, corset and heels I could barely stand to be near her. I admit she was my favorite, and the most enjoyable to train. Sometimes I lay her over my lap and would spank her just to hear the noises she made. Soft gasps, as my hand firmly slapped her perfect round ass. Her perky tits would jiggle and despite not needing to, I found myself. I thought back to one of the many conversations I'd had with the oldlady, in which she told me how the pictures came to be painted."My mother had been in service, you know, Rachel," she had said. "I waspacked off to her former employer, Lady Leonora Bagshawe. l was sent bytrain - always a steam train, and they are romantic too in their ownway, aren't they?" I had nodded, but she was in full flow: "I always gotpicked up in a pony and trap by her gardener, Old Trevenneth, and hewould hardly grunt.