She said that you had invited her over, and she’d like to come over, if it was OK with you.”“Yes I did invite her over. She seemed to be caught ...n an age gap between her students and the other ... older teachers. I just wanted her to know that she’s welcome to come over any time. I’m glad she’s decided to come over for a visit. Does she want to workout with us?”“She wants to see what we do and maybe get suggestions as to what she needs. She was worried about what to wear and I told her to just. You will wear your Bluetooth headset and I will play music to it from my phone, loud enough so that can’t hear us talking or moaning.””That’s quite a set of rules.””You promised. The reason for all the rules is that my friends don’t want to cheat on their husbands. If there is no sex and you don’t see them, and there is no sexual gratification for you, then it’s no sex. It’s more like using a vibrator. It does make sense.””Okay, I'll give it a shot. But if I hate it, I’ll stop.””Fair. “Come!”I headed for the living room as she tried to crawl as fast as she could after me. I sat in my favourite armchair and pointed to a spot on the carpet in front of me. There was no need to say anything as she quickly came over and knelt up at my feet. I examined her closely. She was cleaner now although I could still see traces of red sauce in her hair. I sat silently for a moment, steepling my hands, fingertip to fingertip.“I was forced to punish you this morning,” I told her, “do you know. When she would sit down nearly half of her thighs would be exposed. I've often fantasized about reaching up under her skirt to pull her stockings down those beautiful legs. I imagined feeling her up, running hands up her silky soft inner thighs until I reached her moist panties. I'd tug then down in order to caress and squeeze her soft behind. Once she was aroused I would strip the rest of her clothes off and go down on her. How I so desperately desired to bury my face between those lovely legs.