We went out for dinner, and got along really well. I found out that she had been widowed about 6 months previous, and that she wasn't meeting any men ...ecause all her married friends had dropped her like a hot potato and all the older men she met just weren't very 'active' as she so coyly put it, which was why she was contacting younger men like me. By this time I had a few drinks in me, and was quite enjoying Rita's cleavage and flirty demeanour. After a nice dinner and long conversation, I. You let out a low growl as your long fingers slowly caress every inch. You want to take your time and savor it, savor me. Behind your closed eyes I straddle you and bite your lip, kissing you like I am drinking liquor from your mouth. The tailored fabric of my black dress creeps up my thighs inviting your finger tips to swim over the bare flesh. A whisper of lace catches your touch. Gently you slip one finger underneath the delicate fabric and follow the curve of my ass along the line of lace.. You don't talk back, you don't question me, you don't fucking take a piss without my permission. I will ask you one more time, do you understand me?" I looked her in her eyes and saw raw passion. It was intoxicating seeing such confidence. And as ashamed as it made me, I couldn't help but notice I was getting a little wet. At that point there was only one thing I could say. "Yes Master." "Good, now beg to lick my sweaty feet like a good little slave." I took a deep breath. "Can I please. First of him kissing me, then fingering me. Then me sucking his cock and him licking my pussy, then if you behave, I may send a few of his cock riding me!” I said sternly, owning my dominance.Hubby nodded in agreement, obedient and broken, just how I like him.“Help me get into this dress!” I smiled handing him a thin strip of black soft faux leather. He shook the garment straight and I stepped in the skirt section. As he pulled the skintight dress over my waist and breasts, his eyes popped.