The vision that stared back at him was average looking at best. With creases and crow's-feet around the eyes and lips, Ryan could tell she was older. ...he face wore very little makeup with only a hint of pink lipstick to accentuate somewhat thin lips. The hair was shoulder length and blonde with a slight wave and dark roots. Well, at least he was a blonde, sort of.Then he examined his body, which appeared to be on the heavy side. Not fat, but definitely plump. Reaching up with his two hands, he. You are mine now. You are under my control. You are for my desires. You serve at my pleasure. In addition, you are under my protection. Do you understand?" "Yes Master." "I need to make a few calls. Put these on while I am busy." He held up a matching pair of white lace panties and bra, and then handed them to her as he left the room. She dressed and waited, shaking in anticipation. Soon he returned and sat in the chair across from her. "Please me" he said. She was unsure about what he wanted,. We then lay on the bed and my wife climbs on top of me and starts to rub her crotch against mine. We are each wearing a nightgown, plus she has on a slip and her stocking and I am wearing pantyhose. The feel of our bodies, wrapped in all this sexy lingerie, is so sensual. I tell my wife that I love her and that I am really glad to have my very own nightgown. She kisses me again and continues to grind against me as I reach behind her to fondle her ass again. She then rolls off of me and lays on. He took the seat right next to Jeff and before long, Bert had served a plate of steaming bacon strips right up in front of him. Paul restrained himself to making a curt mumbling sound and hoped it would pass for an acceptable “thank you.”He picked at his breakfast and watched in anguished silence as the banter between the trio continued.He tried to gauge the current situation between Bert and Karen. Karen seemed more or less at ease around Bert and for some reason that made Paul’s stomach sink..