’ I wish to God I had a camera, her face is priceless. Anger and curiosity and flattered pleasure and offense all marbling together. It’s exactly ...hat I expected, exactly why I was waiting, biding my time, instead of actually saying anything before. I raise my eyebrows. She looks away, looks at the fire, after a while her composure returns. Silence. And damn it, just once I’d like to be proven wrong… Please prove me wrong… Still more silence. ‘I have to work tomorrow, I should probably turn. I told him that I would secure him on a Friday afternoon after I had finished with my clients ( I normally went home Fridays and returned Saturday afternoons) and leave him to stew for a while. I asked him if he was up for earning a sex night with me soon, and of course, he replied in the affirmative. So I said that just one night was not really much of a punishment, and certainly not hard enough to earn sex. He then suggested that I did not return on the Saturday, and he full well knew that I. Her text to me that night read this way: ?Thank you Sir. He got very hot and dumped a good load down my throat. I nearly came.? (I had not prompted her to give me such an obscene account; I surmised that she knew that it would please me.)Don, her 65 year old boyfriend, a lawyer for a rising ?green energy? firm, clearly had no D/s inclinations and, at this age, was unlikely to develop any. But like many men, he could appreciate sleazy sex with some real, implied female submission in it. He’d. “You are going to give our guests heart attacks if they walk into a room full of tits being sucked on.”“We will be done in a bit and then we will just close our tops and keep the babies in their slings. Besides, I love having my babies in the sling with me. It doesn’t matter if I am feeding them or not.”“Erin, would you mind if I spend some time sucking on Blossom’s breasts tonight?”“Why are you asking me?”“Well it seems to Lynn and I that you and Blossom have become each other’s first wife..