This shine to her gaze was her retort. “tell me your transgression slave” I ordered and stood up behind her going over to the bags she had brought...with her. One was her purse the other was my own personal bag of tricks that she took back and forth. Telling Alfey that it was a kit that she had bought. When in fact it was toys and tools that I had bought or made myself. I prefered to make my own toys when ever possible. In my eyes it gave any pain/pleasure given much more personal. As I rifled. ’ ‘I’ll do that and let you know when to pick me up. As you are here for the weekend, can I persuade you to call in at Meadowlea and spend a little time with my father? He is most anxious to meet you.’ ‘Of course. When would be best?’ ‘Come on Sunday morning for coffee.’ ‘Fine. I would like to meet your father.’ Aleksy was quite happy to see me. He insisted on taking me around the house and pointing out various items. I was right to let him have some leeway. The work he and his crew put in was. That chat lead to a similar fate.After going through about fifteen men and getting the same end result, Janet was fed up. It just was not worth the time anymore, she couldn’t risk her relationship with her husband for that. Her fantasy that gave her so much arousal and stimulation would have to go unexplored.Just as the fed up arousal-seeker was about to erase any trace of her interest in young men, she got a new message from a young man, ‘MilfLover4Life.’ About to delete the email immediately. The pressures of the surrounding society. But I missed them. I missed them very much! I missed the feel of their young, hard cocks in my mouth; of my lips around the flaring ring of their glans; of the satiny smoothness of their buttocks; their thighs; their flat bellies---but most of all, I missed the emotional intensity of our encounters, and their load of warm, fresh, YOUNG cum, as it spurted into my eager, and waiting mouth; so that I could internalize that part of them after they had left!.