Was she going to strip right down and demand I fuck her, or was this just one of her odd little behaviors and she was merely playing with me? I had no...idea, but at the moment I didn't mind either way, as she pushed her pants down off from her hips and let them fall to the floor as well.I was trying hard not to blatantly stare, and failing miserably, as she finished by stepping out of her jeans and standing before me in nothing but her white, lacy panties. I could easily detect the dark shadow. She’d spent so many long hours in that blissful semi-hypnotic haze of surrender, with her body softly rippling with pleasure. She knew how good it felt to give in, to allow a dominant to do whatever she—and now he—wanted to do to her, and further how good it felt to give back. Once claimed, simply being with an aroused dominant was like a drug. Sex with a dominant was even better. Her friends and family had wondered, given her studies, her talents and her ambitions, why she chose to work as a. When thankfully Dan failed to materialise, Catherine carefully made her way along the carpeted landing as quietly as she possibly could, fully expecting at any moment to here her sons voice behind her.Only when in the assumed safety of her bedroom and kneeling upon her bed with her bottom thrust upward, did Catherine feel a strange and forbidden tinge of disappointment Dan had not witnessed her erotic display on the landing outside as she waited in eager anticipation of the pleasures to. Her slender shoulders and defined arms from hours in the rose gardens at home still remained firm, her breasts showing no hint of drag or signs of aging still high on her chest as full and voluptuous as always. Her narrow waist, shapely hips and as the day is long legs that just seemed to go on forever still in good shape, nothing had changed she was still mirror perfect to all the things Trevor used to say and bestow upon her, yet he hadn’t even said he loved her in so long she wondered where.