I asked her “Do you like the cups”. She said, ” yeah, they are lovely”. Then I said, “So this means that you would like to have a cup of cof...ee”. She didn’t say anything and just returned to her work. But in the end gave me the cute smile again.For next three days, I went there just to meet her and buy some useless stuff. On the 4th day i.e. Thursday she agreed to have a cup of coffee and I asked for her phone number. She usually gets free after five in the evening. She also lives nearby and we. "“Sure Becky, there are clean towels in the hall closet. Enjoy yourself,” I said. I went into the living room to wait for her. I had some thinking to do.I don't know whether it was just the desperation of a lonely old man or if Becky had some strange effect on me but after spending all night and most of the day with her, I just couldn't see myself without her. I don't know if it was love or not but a label didn't matter.Neither did our age difference. Also, I couldn't see turning this sweet. I was excited, I had bath in the morning & went to his place and started to search his house and I called Suresh, he guided me to his house. On that day the whether was gloomy, it was like going to rain any time. I made up my mind that I will spend the day at Suresh house, since Suresh told me I could stay with him till 6 p.m. I reached his house and went inside I introduced myself, again Suresh asked about me, how I got into bisexual sex & I asked him too I was getting horny. Then he took me. The skin turns slightly pink and I seethe tension in your body eases as I continue to flog your thighs andbackside, the leather barely making contact with your skin; just enoughto warm and excite. Knowing that you are ready to go to the next level Istrike harder as I gauge how much you will take. You moan softly, and Itake this to be encouragement. My whip stings every inch of your back,arse and thighs. Never enough to cause real pain, I don't want tofrighten you off for good, but sharp enough.