Our agreement was to meet at my loft every Friday afternoon. Thus began my affair with the Lady Gwen. I reached out to friends and was told more of he... history. Apparently, she had been the youngest daughter in a wealthy family. She had attended Stanford University. However, in her last year she had been involved in a scandal. A close, male friend had died under suspicious circumstances. She had never been implicated in any way. But the rumors said that she had been abused by the young man. It. ." I'm not hungry," I interrupted."... and when I think you've eaten enough," continued Stacey, "I will takeyou to see your sister." But ..." No buts, it's got to be butter," joked Stacey, taking the wind out of mysails. "Look, you need to be strong for your Dad. By the looks of things,he made a big personal sacrifice to please his wife during her death." What do you mean?" Never mind. Look, let's go and raid the canteen."The canteen wasn't far away and I was furnished with a chicken curry.. A bit shy, a bit more on the silent side. Her figure was girlish. Couldn’t call it ‘thin’, but she was at the beginning of the metamorphosis to become a woman and her tits were hardly a handful, hips slender, ass girlish, only very sparse pubic hair. She didn’t have a constant menstruation at that time, just some sporadic ones since some weeks.She had fallen in romantic love to a 1 6 year old boy from the neighborhood. An innocent teenager love at first, with – remember the conservative. His cellphone beeped. It was a Whatsapp message from his wife. Actually, four messages, three pictures, one text. The first showed a pair of calf-high bondage boots, the second a whip, the third a dog collar, and the text simply said: “In 30 minutes”. He groaned. Did his wife have to pick today to satisfy her dominatrix urge? But he knew better than to ignore his wife’s command. There would be hell to pay. Reluctantly, he closed his laptop, gathered his stuff and walked briskly to his car..