" She turned and left, headed to the kitchen to futz with dinner.I folded my bra and dropped it back into chest of drawers for wearing another day, sl...pped my panties off and went to start the shower. Part of the Femdom in the relationship is that when she dismisses a topic, I don't press it. She wants to think about it, I had given her plenty of time.At 7 a.m. the next morning the alarm clock went off and L nudged me out of bed. Standing up and slipping me toes into my Winnie-the-Pooh. I was afraid to go most anywhere else in the house. Definitely not our bedroom. I had used the shower by the utility room to clean up, scrubbing myself as I had never done before. I had subsisted on coffee and very little else. Every time I tried to eat I could see a montage of David's back and Ivan's face and I would throw up. I slept fitfully on the couchWhen Ivan walked back in I wanted to rush to him, to throw my arms around him, but I couldn't. I knew that it would be a gesture that I. “Isn’t that a woman’s costume?” You ask. She waves a hand as she shifts through the costumes on the rack.“Think of how funny it would be, I would bet you could win a contest if you went as Bo Peep.” She says.You think it odd that she mentioned a contest since the cover charge for the party was twenty bucks which went into a pot for the best costume. “But wouldn’t I need…um…breasts to be Bo Peep?” You say, almost embarrassed to say breasts in front of this elderly lady. She turns and holds up a. Aaaaaahhhh. He jerked forward and his legs shook with his orgasm. I could see his spunk dribbling out of Marshas mouth as she swallowed as fast as she could but clearly unable to get it all. Then, with his cock still in her mouth, he leaned over her and began rubbing her clit with his fingers. She moaned loudly and said, Oh, Rusty, you have such magic fingers. Keep going, there…right there…now harder, she urged him on. Ooooooohhh….yessss, she shouted as I watched an orgasm roll over her. After.