She said “it’s ok, now you are my teacher now so no sorry, and also I have some pain there so it will be nice if you do that.” She just allowed ...e to massage her ass. I again put my both hands on her ass. My whole palms were touching her whole ass. I can feel her panty on my palm now. I was pressing her ass so slowly now. I can sense again she was breathing a bit heavy now.Then she asked how about my upper body, is it ok? I was almost out of my words. I don’t know what to say after a moment I. I left them to shop and smiled as I thought how the situation had been savedI remembered the day when my wife had her way sending me on such shamingHow she bound me and caused my early demise as I as the died in the mall as I ravedShe had infected my parts through misapplied arts and the damage did all the blamingNow I haunt the mall seeking all abused and dominated spousesWhether female or male I use what avails to grant them proper cessationOf the strife in their life caused by husband or. When he made his rounds in Little River, he usually left his Winchester rifle locked in the office. But he always carried that wicked-looking Bowie in his belt scabbard. Always.Just like I took my eight-gauge with me when I walked the town. More habit than necessity.The first time the Bighorn bartender, Cheney, saw it, he asked if I hunted locomotives. My first day in town. Well, we didn’t have any locomotives here, but my scattergun had served me pretty well as a deterrent. Never seen anyone. I’m sure she knew even if no one else did, because she would turn to me now and then and give me a huge smile, I would just go gaga and red in the face, once she did say I should move as my face was red from the heat, I think it was red with the fear of being caught ogling her legs and bum. This did lead to me getting hold of a pair of her panties one time, can’t remember exactly how, think they were all drying on the banister or somewhere but I did manage to sneak one in my pocket and take.