I left the room and went to dress in my old monks habit that I have for some years now. I felt a rush of excitement run through me as I tied the whit... cord and long strap around my waist,it may seem silly to some,but for those of us who not alone like to be involved in spanking but also like to role play,make the spanking experience authentic,the clothing,or the lack of it,makes for a very special experience..I came back into the room and ordered Amy to wait outside,I would deal with Paul. Mom was on the pill of course, they certainly couldn't afford a second c***d. If I went up to my bedroom, I would often hear an annoying distinctive mechanical low rhythmic sound of "kerdoink - kerdoink – kerdoink." It didn't last long, so I presume they both then went to sleep contented.Fortunately, mom and I both had a job working for Uncle Stan, mom's brother, who owned a hardware store in the center of town. Uncle Stan who, at thirty eight, was two years younger than mom, was decent enough. ”“But… you are married!”“Yes. And my husband is off to war, a war that may yet take his life,” Guinevere noted. “Besides, it has been years since I felt like a complete woman. Arthur is loving and tender, yes, but he is always so respectful of me. Not once has he thrown me on the bed and used me to satiate his most basic of desires. I have told him that sometimes I wish to be taken by him, made to be his woman, even if only in play. Each time, he has refused. He says he loves me too much. Would you like some? With lemon? Yes, to both and thanks, replied Will.Will took his coat off and sat down on a black leather easy chair in the studio where James had left his tea on a side table. He noticed the studio had black leather furniture and was dark overall in décor. Like James clothing, he thought to himself. Oh well, his choice. Will was very accepting of others that way.After just a couple of sips of tea Will dropped off into deep u*********sness without even knowing what hit him..