“Answer the question.” She pled. “Yes, it’s true.” I stated. By now my dick was raging and my shorts were leaving little to the imagination... Helen didn’t miss a thing. She put her hand on my thigh. “How long ago was it?” “Nearly two years.” I lamented. “To be honest, I really miss her.” “What happened?” She asked, moving her hand up a bit. “The sex was great, but when we weren’t fucking, we had nothing.” I bemoaned. “We didn’t have much in common and couldn’t communicate.” Helen winced when I. ‘Upstairs. I need loving not fucking.’ Her use of the street term sort of shocked me, but it clearly told me what she wanted. This was to be no ‘Wham Bam, thank you Ma’am’ encounter. We both wanted the same thing. A sensible person doesn’t try to enjoy filet mignon on a picnic blanket. ‘Do whatever you need to do, then wait for me in bed. I want to freshen up in the bathroom. Then I want you to make love to me.’ She said huskily. With that she stood up and quickly went upstairs leaving . Feel his cock grow, and harden as he thought about what he wanted to do with it. To Me!"You want to touch it, then do it," he exclaimed! He sat down on the edge of the bed and his cock was now at rigid attention, pointing toward the ceiling. Its Blackness was awesome. Coal Black... dark as the night and hard.I moved over to him and knelt on the floor before him. He spread his legs and I closed in a few more inches closer."Look at it Mrs. Benton"... he was only calling me Mrs. Benton... why.... ’ ‘I doubt that is true, but you will learn anyway. ‘About sex, you forget that I have an increasing fund of information. Item: Winston’s photographs. You like being tied up. You like being on display. You like being passive and dominated.’ ‘By him.’ ‘Professional dominatrix’s of my acquaintance tell me that the majority of their clients are powerful businessmen, who seek release from the constant struggle of their working lives in sexual submission. I am not saying all powerful men are that.