Why the hell arent you getting my clothes you little bitch? Sorry mistress quickly and jump to her closet taking out her usual work clothes, and layi...g them out on her bed. She dressed in them picking out clothes that would show of her perfect cleavage. You look beautiful mistress I said almost involuntarily Duh slave she said with a smile I want Mr. Jones to have a boner every time I hand him a file as she admires herself in the mirror. Now am going to work little bitch I expect you to. I was taking advantage of my newfound freedom to let my hair down a little. I used my dating to explore new things. If one of my companions was interested in an activity that I knew nothing about, my motto was to try it at least once. I wanted to be open to new possibilities. I discovered a newfound interest in blues and jazz, when one attractive lady introduced me to smoky club that I never knew existed. I scared myself silly on roller coasters pretending I was eighteen again. I rediscovered. Handy thing, technology. After the initial information hunt, he'd spent countless hours following, observing, recording, gathering anything and everything he could about Elizabeth MacBride. It had taken innumerable hours to plan, and to prepare, and to watch, and to bide his time. He’d waited, and now she was his.He knew she wouldn’t think of the day he’d taken her. Not now, with so many years gone by. But he did, often. The open friendliness on her face when he’d first approached, the. Look I'll go mix you a drink to relax you I said. I jumped up and headed to the house before she could say no. I mixed a strong version of my wife's favorite drink and headed back to the pool. When I got back I saw my wife sucking Ash . I sat her drink down and took a seat to watch her work on his big dick. She had both hands on it and still had enough to suck. After a few minutes I stood and walked over to my wife's tight ass. I eased her bikini bottom off and buried my face in her pussy. It.