After changing I heard her whisper in my ear “kneel face the bookcase” this I did not sure what to do. What to do all I could think of was to comp...y it was something I had desired for some years and at the age of 56 it seemed to be happening.Blindfolded I was told to turn around but not to stand to keep kneeling. I could smell this woman in front of me a hand pressed my head to the floor and her shoes, “this will be the way you greet me in future” she said in a low whisper. Her breath tickling. She herself was too thin, her bosom too small, her anus too resisting, for her to ever consider pornography as a career. A maid knocked timorously on the door to the balcony. Rose-Marie smiled at her. She was definitely not of porn star material. Her large floppy breasts. Her rough hands. And that docility shared by all the servants she’d ever met. “What is it?” she demanded of the maid. Her head bowed, the white cap on her head the only clothing she wore, but enough to denote her status. “If. The flushed look on her face with her red curls cascading down the sides , eyes pleadingly focused on the hard cock she reaches for in front of her, lets me know that in private my prim and proper wife is now no more than a wanton cock-craving slut, totally out of control with lust. I just happen to be the lucky one who has a hard cock near her. I have always surmised that if anyone, not just me, was near her in this state, she would do whatever they said, and let them have anything they. Both of them stretched me more than anything had before and it felt really weird when the waggled their fingers inside me.Just when I thought that it was all over they got me to put the first 2 fingers of both my hands inside, back to back, then pull my the 2 sets of fingers apart, thus opening me up as wide as I could. To be able to do this I had to be on my back with my knees back up over me and by my head. My arms had to go over the backs of my thighs to be able to get my hands to my.