Um … who is she?’ I tried to say that casually, but Angie is smart and just gives me a smile as she passes my items over the barcode reader. ‘O..., you mean Dotty, uh, Dorothy. Yes, she is very pretty isn’t she? Everyone thinks so! But, before you waste your time, she is with ‘Mr. Wonderful.’ His name is Greg, and he treats her like property. Would you like the receipt in the bag or with you?’ ‘Angie, meet me for coffee when you get off work … can you?’ She scrunches up her pretty face a little,. I have not yet seen it. I am going to see it now.” I didn’t know if she was seeking my permission or informing me of her decision. From there on I did not need to do any more prompting or motivation. Both were busy exploring each other as Arpi nudged Ali to undress and expose his lithe well built body for her benefit. I had already removed an excuse of that loin cloth covering my wife’s modesty. All this was very interesting for me to watch. This was the first tme I saw Arpi getting ready to be. ’ she said in mock fear. ‘Sorry, Eleanor. I guess I got carried away. Sorry!’ His apology was offered sincerely and Eleanor realized what made him so attractive was his genuine nature. That was the word that best described him to her: genuine. ‘I’ll be OK, Bob. A light working cast should be enough.’ she laughed. She realized she was having fun, but not at his expense. He was so straightforward and honest about what he was thinking that she was truly enjoying him. They continued to enjoy each. When I was ready to cum, she’d either let it shoot down her throat or, if she was feeling really dirty, she’d pull off and have me cum on her face, after which she’d sit there and wipe it into her mouth and swallow it. That would keep me hard enough for her to pull up her skirt and sink her cunt onto my cock. She never wore panties when she knew I was coming over for the evening. She said they just got in the way!When I introduced her to BDSM fun, she admitted that she’d always thought of.