This is a story of myintroducing my young wife to my fantasies andperversions.Sally was tall, slender, 18 years old a very innocent.I was in my 20s an... not very experienced but had morethan my share of hormones and dirty thoughts. Dirty andkinky and ready.It was a blind date and we went dancing with my buddyand his young date. It was at her high school so herparents were ok with it.It was a lot of fun and she really liked being with an“older man” to show off to her high school. ..As a result of the above activity I was alone in the house when the door-bell rang. On the door-step, a slim, tanned woman with what I'd call a 'lived-in face'. The give-away was that she was the image of her daughter plus about twenty years. I was a lucky chap..."Won't you come in, Mrs. Burnham?" I spoke before she did; her mouth opened ... and stayed open without uttering a sound.After perhaps a minute, her mouth shut and then she said, "Do you not mind?" I'm reserving judgement," I said.. ‘We’ll be alright, Grayson. We’re reloading and coming around wi’ ye. They’re making fer the castle, but these ones, there’s no fight left in them. We’ll take them out as we pass and then make fer the castle.’ Iain said, with a smile of sheer joy at the thought of butchering the enemy, written clearly in his face and eyes. Grayson found a moment of camaraderie and smiled in kind back, before giving the order to row hard and make for the battered birlinns and the men aboard. The MacLean’s and. My face was wet with tears and my ass felt like the skin had been ripped away, but my pussy was wet!Surprisingly for me I got very wet indeed, dripping wet! Peter stopped the assault and left the room.Peter prepares his patient "patient" for further fresh erotic experiences and clean operationsTied face down as I was, I couldn't see what he was doing, but I could hear him preparing something.A week before, Peter had put a hook to the ceiling over our bed. I had not asked him why, but.