So now everyone will be wondering what is his first experience, as he keeps speaking about it. So here it comes, as I was so depressed for not being a...social person. I used to not go out my room. Usually stay in my bed all day. Which my maid noticed (age 34, thin lady with medium sized breast) and was concerned about me. So what she did was, she waited for a right moment and asked me one fine day when my both parents were not at home. What happened baba? Is anything bothering you?. So I was. I found a perfect black dress. It hardly covered my pussy when I stood and had a plunging neckline. My young tits looked amazing in it:) I was so turned on I sent Mr. Thompson a picture from the dressing room and began to touch myself. When he wrote back that it was the perfect dress for a whore like me I came so loudly the clothing attended came to check on me.The next morning I was dressed in my usual skirt, blouse, necklace, and heels. When the car came around it felt odd not to start my day. ”“Then let me call them. I may know of the perfect place, and it’s not even on the market yet. It belongs to a friend of my wife’s from college. She now lives in the northwest and has no desire to move back here. Her father passed away a few months ago, and the estate is facing a huge inheritance tax bill. Their ranch is the least valuable of their assets to her at the moment, and since you could do a cash deal, she might well take less than the property is really worth. That could also help. Her full plump lips seemed locked in a permanent saucy pout, and despite her thin frame, she bore substantial bosoms, which bulged out from the top of her lacy black corset.Yes, she seemed to be pretty much the epitome of the worlds sorry sexual obsessions. She showed little devotion to her duties at the office, choosing instead to spend her time dreaming about the sexual perversions her and her girlfriend could get up to of the evening."Do you not feel, Miss Crotchwet, that there are more...