That, I knew, was not caused by my squeezing her breasts but by the memories I was arousing. “Were you stubborn, Birgit?”“A-At... f-first... yes... Master... it... it is natural to resist...” There was a sob in her voice.“Yes, I suppose it is,” I nodded. “But going over the Punishment Block at too frequent intervals softens resistance, eh?”Birgit’s breasts began heaving up and down with the force of her emotions and two more tears ran down her cheeks. “YYes...oh yes... Master...” she agreed.“Are. He stood there looking into my face for a second then John reached down and he handed me my glasses.“Put those back on I like you better with them on,” he said.I almost fell over, as no one has ever told me to put my glasses on only to take them off. Boys in my neighborhood did not even like to touch my breasts with me wearing them. I slipped them on to find John staring at my face. The next thing I knew his hands were pulling my face toward his. His arms wrapped around me as his lips touched. He didn’t understand it then, but he DID once Marion explained it to him. He kind of got it. Since then, he’s had it happen a few more times and it was always the same. The women all loved what they were doing before and during the cheating affair, but once they reached their orgasm, look out! The exhilarating high they experienced from cumming was quickly replaced by the low feelings of shame and guilt. Margaret Rooney felt it almost instantaneously. Even though she was grateful to the. She was early 30s, had a couple of kids and wasn't looking for anything serious, so I thought I'd try my luck. To my surprise I got a reply, to start with it was just the usual, "how's your day going?" "Not to bad thanks yourself?" Etc, but that quickly changed. After a few messeges the topic of what we were looking for came up, I told her I was just after a laugh and abit of fun, to which she replied "don't you think I'm abit old for you?" "Not at all, I've always fancied going with an older.