" You know what she say to me today? She say why don't you come over to the house in the evening because Doctor Westphal always come home late anyway....I tell her thas no good — we have to be careful."Westphal laughed as he squeezed and kneaded her ass. "Does she still get off on being humiliated?" Oh yeah. She like to be called a cow, and yesterday I have to pretend I am milking her. You wife is one fucked up lady." Don't I know it. I spent the first three years of our marriage spanking her and. “Anything else I can do for you today” I asked, she looked bemused and said “What do you mean” I replied “Are you married” “Widow actually” “Oh how long” “Six years and I nursed my husband for four years before he died” “Ok again is there anything else I can do for you” “Are you chatting me up” “Maybe” she blushed a little.“Do you know how old I am” “No” “I’m 72” “So age is just a number, shall I follow you back to yours” she thought for a minute and said “Ok”. As she drove off I followed and. " I watched him walk out impressed by his self-control (I was pretty much throwing myself at him) and his assertiveness (clearly, he was quickly transitioning into his new role as cock of the house). I got off the bed and pondered what a teacher looks like. I decided to dress conservatively on the outside, but sexy underneath. I kept on my black thigh highs, discarded my bra and panties and put on a pencil skirt and blue blouse. I put my hair in a bun to add to the teacher look before. At that time she was wearing a saree.I asked her whether you will take it in a towel or saree itself.She told that she can’t be in a towel in front of me.I also thought that once the massage will start she will herself open all her clothes.I then took almond oil kept on her dressing table.I told her to lie in the bed facing the bed.That means in support of her stomach.I told her to raise her saree till her thigh she did what I said.Now I took some oil in my palm and started rubbing her legs and.