That was the weekend she was his slave rather than his lover. From 6 pm Friday to 9 pm Sunday, she existed solely to please him. On the other weekends...they had a normal relationship, dates, going to museums and the movies, drinks with mutual friends and plenty of great sex. But this weekend she would likely be nude for 72 straight hours, only a collar and cuffs on, locked in a small crate when he needed to rest and did not want her to share his bed, she'd eat out of a bowl under his table. She gave an exasperated gasp."I've told you that they are in the wash, I'll put them in the drierwhen I get back, but you won't be able to wear them until thisafternoon, you can wear a pair of shorts and t shirt when we go to thevillage fair, which reminds me, I had better get going before it getsbusy, make sure you do that cleaning before I get back."She got up and went back into the kitchen, picking up her bag as sheheaded for the front door.It was true, I was perspiring badly just sitting. She had no curves, what little she had for breasts were flat and saggy, although her nipples and areolas were big. She was on her knees and she had a thicket of bushy dark hair between her legs. What can I say, I don't think many people would find their own mother attractive. I certainly didn't, not in that way.She was trying really hard, though. Her head was bobbing in a quickening pace, but I could see she was getting tired, so I had to just gently touch her shoulder and whisper: "I'm sorry,. Asking for a guided tour we picked up our wine glasses and moved to the stairs i asked where her husband was and she said''out but will be home soon'' winking at me my body tingled.We toured the upstairs and ended up in her room we sat on the bed and looked into each others eyes we kissed pure electricity shot through us both. Helen pulled open my dress, buttons ripping and she pushed me back and buried her head in my crotch i was wet and she licked my pussy through the the black satin i.