There waiting on her is a nylon rope and a pull-up bar fashioned over the doorway. I grab her hands and place them on the pull-up bar and begin tying ...er hands to the bar. She asks what I am doing and I don’t respond and just keep tying. When I am finished I snap a few photos of her and she grins with pleasure. I give her a nice kiss and begin fondling her very nice tits. I begin kissing her neck and she moans and says that she is liking this a lot. I grab a whip from our closet and start to. She felt the pre-cum on her fingers and coaxed his love muscle into giving up more. With her fingers, she teased his head by drawing small circles around it. With skill, she traced the underside of his ride softly and he moaned his delight in her ear. Giving his head a final squeeze, she persuaded his cock to release more of its juices onto her fingers. Withdrawing her hand from the confines of his shorts, she brought it up to her mouth and sucked on her fingers. With a devilish look, she. I could tell her behavior bothered Mike but we never spoke of it. I have no illusions that her actions were meant not to be an offer to me, but rather I think she just enjoyed teasing and got off knowing how it affected me and knowing what I would do when I got home. Now there I was sitting at my computer, stroking my rock-hard cock, staring at what was obvious proof of Mrs. Shook being unfaithful to her pastor husband. I was beginning to form a plan to make those pictures work for me, but I. She still tended to dress in a subtlety revealing way though. Loose skirts cut to the knee that floated a little as she moved, that kind of thing. But eventually I finished up what I was doing (Hardwood Decked roof terrace with Cedar clad walls and benches, as it happens) and we would soon be parted. No more twice weekly flirtathon. However.. She did have a job for me if I wouldn't mind. She needed a chaise lounge picking up from another client she cleaned for. This other client was looking to.