"I'm Gabriel Stone, and my credit card happens to be up to date, so it seemed appropriate to assist a lady in distress. You can repay me at your conve...ience," I said in reply. "There's no hurry." Why don't you come by my house this Thursday for tea, so I can thank you properly?" She offered this with a smile, and this seemed like an interesting proposition, so I agreed, and showed up at her doorstep at the appropriate time. She answered the door herself, dressed identically to the first time we. I had told her how much it would mean to me if she would become a little sexier. I had told her that it is something that costs nothing and it is good and healthy. She would just smile and call me silly and say that I got enough action.I would often envy my friends with less beautiful wives. They would tell me of all the action that they were getting. I knew some of it was bragging, but some of it must have been true. I began to wish I had looked more for sexual prowess, when looking for a. I’m not fixing that little fucker’s door. Nope.“I don’t know why he’s so angry,” mom said, her face burning red.I squeezed her hand. “He’ll grow out of it. I think. I didn’t expect him to help, anyway.”“It’s fine, I can manage, as long as you help me out too,” I winked.“I’ll try.”***The thing that always got to me first was the smell of her bedroom. It was very womanly. A mixture of faint perfumes floated in the air, not overpowering, but there.There was a flatpack shelf on the floor and a bare. She also wore her full'regalia' as she called it - a large ring through her clitoral hoodencircling her prominent clitoris, 3 symmetrical rings in each labia andone in her lower cunt lip, each adorned with chains and weights,calculated to hold her open to the maximum extent. Her make-up was verystriking, being very black around her eyes and over her eyelids, herlips the brightest red. Under her arms she carried a cardboard box,bigger than a large shoe box.'It's only too obvious that you two.