I had spanked a few other people but that's all I did. So we had met a few times so I could spank Eliza. Then there was this one session we met and di... more than just spanking.Eliza lived on the second floor of an apartment that was along an alley near downtown Long Beach, Ca. I walked in and we decided since she just had some new eye hooks installed in her ceiling, we should test them out. She already had a St. Andrews bondage cross against the front wall in the living room.I had her strip. I. James told her goodnight then shut the light off in the other room. When he entered the bedroom, he paused to gaze at me. He stood there with the biggest grin on his face.“What?” I smiled.Standing staring at me, he replied, "I was hoping this would happen at some point, but I didn't think we'd be here this soon."I grinned, starting to exit the bed, "I can leave if you're uncomfortable."He panicked, “No! No! I was just...”I settled back, smiling, "Undress for me now. No dancing."He grinned, his. Neither of us cared a whit about it for Mrs. Bentley had this wonderful penchant for taking me into her mouth, bringing me to the very brink of spurting and yet stopping at the last moment to leave me panting and hungering for completion. After she did this the third time I lifted her onto the table amongst the dishes and ate her moist pussy most vigorously, intending to leave her without satisfaction as well. But Mrs. Bentley pulled off her orgasm well before I wanted to stop feasting on her. Over the next couple weeks Cynthia was actually able to convince Robert to go with her to some parties. She always felt bad because he didn’t seem to have a good time. Obviously feeling out of place. She did her best to include him in conversations and activities. Always encouraging him to open up. Looking at herself in the bathroom mirror she carefully applied some lipstick. Cynthia wore a tight button up sweater, cropped to show off her smooth tummy. She also had a short pleated skirt, pink.