Not since my ex wife had first slept with me had I tasted something so sweet.I wondered briefly if the other women in the office would be able to sati...fy my urges. I was a little older than them, sure, but I made up for my age with my experience. Not that I was that old, I had only turned 43 earlier this year.Rebecca was still sound asleep as I zipped her skirt back up. I went to make the cups of coffee and when I returned, I gently shook her awake, "Rebecca, coffee's ready."She opened her eyes. “Nothing,” I said evasively, “That was a good story.”She grimaced and her eyes hardened again.“But you’re not convinced?” she asked.I smirked and sipped at my whisky while eying her over top of the glass.“Look!” she said loudly.She stood from her chair and raised the bottom hem of her skirt with both hands all the way to her chest. Her neatly trimmed pubes came into view and I smiled with glee.“Nice!” I said.Apparently the guys on the other side of the bar thought so too. I heard guffaws and a. I spent a couple of hours walking about the house, feeling my stockings rubbing together and feeling my little willy growing as much as it could in my knickers. ‘Time for a wank’ I thought to myself and I went upstairs to the bedroom. I have always cum quickly so when I got time I often tied myself up so as to stop myself wanking and so I could dream about being captive and what my Dom or Domme might do to me. I sat on the bed, inserted my vibrating dildo in my ass, and then tied my legs. “Get on your knees and assume the position.” I turn over with head down and ass up, arms out in front of me. I hear him mumbling under his breath but can not make out his words. I don’t know if I should ask him what he said or not, but I decide I can’t possibly make him more angry so I will.“I’m sorry Sir, I could not hear my command.”“I did not give you a command. But I have decided that since you enjoy being tied up so much that we shall do so tonight. Don’t bother telling me no, I always let.