Her nipples were erect from the cold and her face blushed hotly in shame as many of the women muttered curses under their breath. Others spoke out in ...hock, "Slut," said one as Peggy tried to kneel down and pick up the coat with her bound hands. She was struggling to get hold of it when a pair of heels appeared in front of her. Looking up she found herself under the wicked stare of the waitress."Having problems Miss Tits?" she taunted the poor girl."Please, can you help me get this back on?". The date was two weeks down the road and my mind started racing. My wife was going to be out of town on that weekend with some of her friends. Two of my kids are off to college and the third is a senior and usually is on the go on weekends. I started thinking that this could be the opportunity that I had been dreaming about.As I replied to his post, my heart pounded as I typed. Could this really happen? Will I have the guts to follow through? I indicated to him that I was extremely curious and. In this frustration, I went into my room and went right to sleep. The next day I woke up late. I was in a bad mood, so I just didn’t want to interact with anyone. I went down for breakfast in my crop top, and shorts and I didn’t even care to put on a bra. Anyone who saw me could tell easily that I was in a bad mood.As I moved towards the dining area, I saw a few bags and some parcels by the door. It must be Uncle Sam’s family, I thought to myself. They were supposed to be here. Her golden hair was organised in two neat plaits finished with red ribbons, and her light blue eyes fired sparks like diamonds. »Is it true that Joseph's mill tastes sweeter?«, so I tickled her honesty with rhetoric feathers. The riding crop was on my desk, demanding utmost respect. »Nonono, maybe just a little bit ... ?«, the naive maid was trying to evade a straight answer, but I was not to be fooled! Told her, that she was a slut and deserved to be hung in the corner, but she started to sob.