Why had she agreed to fold her naked body over the back of a chair, leaving herself exposed and completely available to punishment and abuse by this w...man? She hung forward. Her face and breasts pressed into the chair. She was surrounded by darkness, inhaling the potent fragrance of old leather that she stirred with her ragged breath. Her fingers gripped the arms of the chair; only her toes reached the floor. A gloved hand caressed her raised buttocks with feather-light, maddening strokes.It. She walked over tohim. She was flushed and the moisture between her breasts shonealluringly."With my heel problems I never liked dancing in flats," she said."Natasha says I am a natural for ballroom and Latin." She swept herskirt to one side and struck a flamenco pose. Then she added looking athim suggestively, "All I need is a partner." Don't look at me," he laughed. "I am hopeless. I can only dance if Idon't have to move my feet."She looked a little glum. So he said, "But I think you. “Honestly, I’m just surprised we made it through 4 years of university without screwing our teacher. He was such a hottie, sucks he fell down the stairs and was hospitalized or I would’ve bounced his brains out!” She can’t help but giggle.“Oh my god Anna, you fucking little slut! Cougar has her claws out!” I spit out, barely able to contain my laughter.“Well fuck, I can’t help it, my kitty has a mind of her own” I see a smirk slowly forming on her face.She never shied away from a challenge. For. She didn’t wear a bra. Stephanie felt Tony withdraw from her aching pussy. Felicity bent over, to attend to her stocking, unclipping it, then rolling it down her leg. Felicity got a close up view of her boyfriends mothers hairless cunt, and puckered arsehole, as did Tony she presumed. “Hey Mum, nice knickers, silk?” Tony asked.“Of course they’re silk,” Felicity replied, without looking up.Stephanie watched with amazement, as Tony reached out, and felt the silky material of his mothers panties,.