Perhaps I can help you?” he asked offering his hand and eyeing her sensual looking body.“This isn’t the first time my husband has made me really...horny in a bar or club then gone to the washroom.”“Would you like to have a slow dance first?” he asked implying they would fuck after.“Yes, my husband doesn’t mind sharing me.”She accepted his hand to stand and began to button her dress. “No, I’d prefer that you leave it open. A beautiful looking body like yours should rarely be hidden by. I sat quietly, unseen as the act was committed, not traumatized, as so called experts are keen to evolve, more fascinated to see how I came about, but even more, as the man inside my mother that day, was my Uncle frank, daddy’s b*****r, banging my pretty mother. But mother was a woman, and I have always feared, that I too would go that way, who had a dark passion for sex, and soon, she was allowing other men into her life and her pussy in equal amounts, until the inevitable happened, she was. "Save it for later." I reluctantly drained the tub and then washed andconditioned my hair under the shower. Stepping out of the tub Ipatted dry and then powdered. Finally I took my small scissorsand comb and trimmed and shaped my muff. It was getting late and the beauty regimen was in fullswing now: first, set and lightly curl the hair; trim, shape,buff and paint the finger and toe nails, pluck a few unrulyeyebrows, start the makeup. I decided to dress before putting onmy makeup. I. Not, questioning it, she obeyed. "Hey, Sally i go something for you," I said showing her a chinese finger trap."Cool, what's that?" she asked."I'll show you." I put in on her finger and put her hands behind her back. I put her other finger in, effectively handcuffing her. "It's a puzzle."She pulled at it and couldn't figure it out. Still on her knees, i tied each of her pigtails to the railing."I give up. How do you do it?" "Like this," i said, unzipping my pants. As soon as she saw my.