Anyways next day we fixed the time and met. I deliberately gave her the timings in which only we both would be there :d.She came revealing her curves ...n spaghetti and yoga pants. Looking hot way more hot. So we just started of with classes as we were doing salsa so we were supposed to be close to each other and touch and lift,To be honest I was enjoying it was more than lustful touching with each other than dancing. I was hard and suddenly while lifting my foot got slipped and we fell down she. Mustapha was the one and only focus of myattention. He was the centre of my life as a woman. Every morning, I wouldwake up first, go to the kitchen, fix breakfast and then wait for him tojoin me, in a pure, anticipating state of mind. When I would finally be inhis presence, I would kneel, keeping my eyes to the floor in respect, wishhim a good morning and then wait for a word of his. He would normally waita few seconds, during which I could feel his piercing, loving look brushmy head, then give. I was shocked but he continued doing it while we were kissing. I cud feel his bulge on my thighs from his shorts. Suddenly i felt my hand moving towards his shorts n we both started massaging each other’s tools.I bit on his neck and as if it was a trigger for him he removed my lower and my undies in a flash and i laid der naked in front of him. He asked me to remove his and i did the same. Now both of us were lying naked, he over me. Our bodies’ were warm and were rubbing against each other.He. The punishment she has to agree to is harsh. She has to find someone to be my sub for a session. She has to watch, seated in a chair. If she gets out of the chair before I decide the session is over, I will end our almost five year relationship. On the elevator ride down to the lobby of her condo my mind wanders to when we met. I met Elizabeth at work. She did a summer internship with the company I worked at. She was twenty two, in her last year of university. I was forty years old and had.