I smirked at him, then slowly bent over to display my juicy, round ass for him. I wore his favourite pair of white, lace panties just for this moment....I placed my lips against Cecilia's, kissing her gently. She grabbed me by my cheeks and pulled me into bed, positioning me on top to straddle her. She kissed me deeply. It was as if kissing me was the only way she could breath. I moved my hands hand her body, stroking her collarbone then moving down her tumbling curves to her thighs. I stoked her. Although I was now four years on from the split with my ex, I was still not that comfortable going into bars and restaurants by myself, I still didn't like it. I still felt vulnerable and on show. I still wondered what the, usually mainly, couples and even more the single men thought. The more of a bar the place was, the more I conjectured if they were wondering if I was a hooker; a high class one of course! So, I tended to arrive a discrete, but not too impolite, fifteen minutes or so after. I want to hear you talk to me when I fuck that slutty little snatch. Don't make me gag you Becka. Assume the position please. You're in for a nice treat. You'll like this I promise. I'm very proud of you kitten."He smiles again as she spreads those long pale legs and raises her arms over her head with a sob… he moves in and sings a soft little lullaby as he secures her wrists to the head board and then her legs to the foot board… tight knots, no chance of escape. He tugs off the red bra and. After waiting for Jerry to get ready and dressed, we were out the door. As he pulled up in front of the departure area, I grabbed my tote and cosmetic bag, gave my husband a big kiss and hug, and I exited the car to meet Mary.As I walked into the terminal, I just happen to looked down at myself after workers carrying some luggage gave me a funny look. What I saw was kind of embarrassing. I must have rubbed up against something this morning, because on top of my right foot is a dark smear. Now I.