When it came to doing the laundry Iallowed him to use the washing machine for most items, but insisted thatany fine fabrics such as lingerie could onl... be hand washed in mildsoap. Unless it was raining everything had to dried on the cloths linein the rear garden. He would have to stand out in the open as he peggedeach item to the line. I could have left it that, but instead I insistedthat each group of items should be placed together and each should haveits own colour of peg. Of course this. I knew that my excitement had made my shaved cunt lips wet and wondered whether they glistened in the lights. I parted my legs and stood there challenging the cars and the night and revelling in the power I felt. Then I turned around and bent over so my breasts hung down and I could see my shadow on the grass from the lights. For a few seconds I let the drivers get a full view of my great arse then I straightened, turned and faced the traffic once more then picked my coat up and walked. Sex was good for me only if was 'nasty.' Power was the game, not love or even real pleasure, so I did a lot of damage to myself as well as others oh how and it hurt to remember it!What happened to me shortly after my sixty-first birthday, with a very young woman, brought me face to face with my own failings and fears.After several bad marriages, I was finally married for over thirty years to the same woman and when she died, I was left alone, no longer young or eligible. Society, economics, and. Beep, beep.Ugh.Beep, beep.Cynthia picked up her phone.“Miss Carson, Mr. Darvy is here now,” the assistant said in her small voice.“Send him in,” she replied, hanging up.She stood up and straightened her clothing—a white, frilly, button-up, sleeveless blouse, a grey pencil skirt, and some simple black heels.She heard a knock on her door. The assistant opened the door as he entered the room. Tall, dark hair, his brooding eyes focusing on Cynthia.“Cynthia! You seem to be doing well for someone who.