Gary's words may only of been simple words, but the way he presents them in his sexy Irish accent makes me melt inside. He takes hold of my hand, esco...ting me confidently to our table, pulling out my chair to allow me to be seated and then walking round to sit directly opposite me. Even the way he walks, carries something special, something deep, something sexy, something erotic. He begins to make conversation and I respond where necessary, but as though I have been put in a trance, I'm. His eyes bugged out of his head, but his cock just continued to stand atattention. He was sitting on the edge of my bed, and I just walked up, andknelt down in front of him, and began to stroke his hard, warm cock. Icould feel my feet, constricted by the tight leather of the heels, and thelace of the socks tickling my ankles. My own cock was straining to get outof the soft satin panties, and I could feel the tight, soft caress of thetraining bra on my chest. The peignoir, clasped just at the. Itook a deep breath and started looking through it, feeling like anintruder as I removed silky basques, babydoll nighties, bustiers andchemises. I needed to try and turn Allen on, and this was my last resort.I was going to have to dress in humiliating lingerie in a bid to try andarouse a 50 year old man enough so that he would fuck me. I looked throughthe collection trying to find something that would at least offer somesupport to my breasts, finally settling on a basque with black and. .. six, seven, master. Wasn't it? ... eight, master. Nine, master. Wasn't it five?" Master?" Wasn't it five, master?" I added one swat for every second you made me wait at the door ... you're lucky I didn't give you those swats on your pussy that you were asking for, Jenna. Now get up and go put on something nice for your husband."Before I dropped Jenna off at my apartment, I told her that I wanted Tom fucked to exhaustion and I wanted them both to get a good night's sleep in my bed. From the.