On that day she came to my place in the morning. I had prepared my place for the lovemaking and had cleaned my pubes too. Once inside she came and hug...ed me. She was not letting me go at all. It was like the time stopped.Then we talked for some time as it was after a long time for us. I was getting impatient so I kissed her neck. I could literally see her hair on hands standing getting the goosebumps. She was making mild noises. From the neck, I moved to chin, cheeks and at last her red. I wondered if I should go into the farm house I just passed to see if I could use their phone. It was late but at least a light was on. I assumed someone was still up. Fortunately, the farm house wasn’t too far off the road. I got out of my car and dashed through the rain up to the porch and knocked on the door, thinking how lucky I was to find a house with a light on. It took a minute or two before the door opened and I was stunned to see a young woman that took my breath away. At first I. "She begins to groan and twist gently as I continue to rub her clit with the tips of my fingers whilst all the time gradually increasing the pressure…"You see, it is necessary for you to be caned regularly to deepen your submission to me… to reinforce your desire to serve me… to please me… to assuage your guilt about your fear of failing to live up to my exacting standards of how a perfect wife should behave… and what you fear more than anything… more than the cruelty of the cane… is an empty. Her date of mandatory retirement was swiftly approaching. Other than regular housework and a few outside chores she would like something to occupy her time. Perhaps she could find some volunteer opportunities. Being sixty-five does not mean you have to stop being active.She stripped off the t-shirt and sweat pants she changed into when she got home, pulled the new silk dress on, and started buttoning it. Looking in the mirror, she realized the top of her bra showed and so pulled the dress off..