Are you Mr. Hodges?"Pushing the storm door open to let her in, I replied, "Yes, Gene Hodges. Please call me Gene."I motioned for her to go to the livi...g room, where we both sat on opposite ends of the western sofa. As I turned to gaze at her, I began to develop some new impressions. Her face was not exactly beautiful but she was very pretty. She had a sturdy build but it was difficult to assess just what kind of figure she had. The reason was that her chest sported two watermelons. No, I don't. She wanted the sounds, the smells, the feeling of skin and the juices of couplings. When Mark was away on business trips she frequented adult book stores and spent hours on her knees in front of glory holes, reveling in the glory of strange cocks feeding her lusty needs. Her own private joke was that her initials as a single woman was GAK, sounding ugly and distasteful like spitting after oral sex, while her married initials would be GAG, something that she had long ago learned to never do. She. Her hands there he saw that her boobs were very inviting and quickly opened her bra. Nivedha shouted, “its enough Rahul stop”. He quickly responded by taking one boob in his mouth and the other in his hand. Nivedha held his head and tried in vain to pull it away. But when his mouth was out up to the nipple the sensation that his lips gave to her nipples was so good that she lost her force resulting in his mouth swallowing it fully. Sensing this he started his next attack by moving the other. "Yes Mistress," he said with a curtsy."Well you and Sussette bring it all in and start getting the placeready."The rest of the day was a blur as we did a quick clean and made the beds.By six o'clock I was bushed so she suggested that she would take us outfor dinner. We found a small French Restaurant locally and had a lavishmeal. We drank fine wine and when it came time to leave Miss Vivacious'sslave was the only one sober. She said he should go and we would walkhome.It was a beautiful night.