That she craved. Intensely. It happened over multiple conversations – all at 6am. How he knew that her boyfriend wouldn’t be in her bed next to he... she had no idea. But he would know. The converstaions were never pushy. He never commanded her to do anything, never raised his voice. It felt like she was being taken and led along a journey. A journey she knew she wanted to undertake but didn’t know how. It was just two weeks ago that she finally took the box and disposed of it. Her ‘bitch’ toys. He had her sat on a stool, propped up against the wall. He had no perfume handy, but in order to keep her smelling fresh, her body was mildly caked in after-shave lotion. In his desk drawer was a rubber-band, which was used to pull her blonde mane into a pony-tail. Underneath the girls feet was a tiny amount of blondeish hair. That's right, John had shaved her bare. He had always imagined them being. "Ok you're about ready for action," John said hurridly. He gripped her by her limp arm and. I was 17cm long and11cm around. She was shocked and explained that i was very developedfor my age. And by the time i finished puberty my penis could be upto 20 cm or even longer. Then i let her continue.She droned on about how masturbation was the "stimulation of onesgenitalia to produce orgasm" and how it's healthy and even she was aregular masturbator. I was suprised at her openess with me about thesubject, but she hadn't got down to the basics. How to masturbate.I lied to her again, not. That was a defining moment for me, when I decided to extend my sexual fantasies and make them happen.I am Sylvia a forty-five year old widow after my much older husband died three years ago. My parents were Danish so I have inherited their tall, slim bearing and my mother’s good looks. My girlfriends tell me I still have a very good body, smooth skin, an hour glass figure and I modestly agree. When some of my girlfriends regaled me with stories of their sex lives I realised I have a lot of.