Mother wasdressed as I in a gorgeous satin basque, french knickers, long nylonstockings, stiletto heeled shoes and long, black satin evening glovestha... reached almost to the shoulders. We were standing by the long,ivory satin covered, chaise-longue that sat against the far wall of thedrawing room and mother laid me down onto the cool, smooth, sensuouscovering, then stood back.My own excitement was intense, yet slow and powerful. My body wasexcited, yet it was still short of ultimate hardness. My belly was like a ball of iron, drawn to Her all powerful magnet. I paidhastily and left the cab. Looking up at the building of my destination I examinedmyself. I was nervous, but not too nervous, my mind and my body was ready toserve. I buzzed the intercom and replied with my name to the soft soothingvoice on the other side. I stepped inside, found the stairs, and ascended. A soft but serious face greeted me at the door. The receptionist offered mesome form of refreshment, but I declined,. .." I was telling him, trying to relax, telling myself to breathe and just let him in."You're tight as hell, Ann," Steve gasped. "Jesus ... I thought you were practicing this stuff!" he laughed and that made me laugh too and it helped, believe it or not, and another inch or two worked its way inside, filling me nicely. My ass was taking him, but reluctantly like always, squeezing Steve's cock and massaging it with my rectum wrapped around him like a fist."I love getting it like this..." I. It was pure animal sex; there was no love involved, just sex, great sex, but still just sex. It was wonderful at first and then when I came home to you, I was ashamed; I felt guilty that I had strayed, and I was no longer yours alone. I let someone else into my life that should have never been there, at least not with the intimacy that they were. I swore to myself, it would not happen again. I went on another trip with Charlie, but we did nothing, he asked and I said no. I said I was through.