As a syncronized swimmers, we both took our pants off, socks and panties. We were naked from the waist down. Both of us reached out wine glasses and...went to the kitchen. We did not make it. I was knocked down to my sofa.My girl said "I m going to claim what is mine now."I was facing her, she mount me, I was hard in less than a minute, using her right hand guided my to her. The warm feeling of her felt so good, she was a little tight but fully wet. Olga had transformed herself into an. So I had my work cut out for me to be able to bring her along slowly into a new world of sexual pleasure far beyond just a man and wife relationship. But over time with hints and small actions such as playing with her ass and gently rubbing my finger across her tight rosebud. At first she was very nervous about letting me touch her there, saying to me that even though it felt soo good that it seemed to her so wrong. Of course over time I had moved her from just that to pushing my tongue as far. She felt her own orgasm approaching like a train in the distance. “You think you can cum? He asked. “Yes.” She replied in a short gasp. He leaned in close to her. “Tell me when you are going to cum, you little whore.” She nodded, never taking her eyes off the girl on the screen. The girl’s thighs were shaking through another orgasm, her body coated in a sheen of sweat. “Oh!” she cried, her fingers moving faster. “Oh, I’m gonna cum!” she whispered harshly, no longer caring if anyone saw. Neither my body nor my hair had in all my life been washed with more than cold water. It is hard now to recall how luxurious felt clean clothes upon my poor body. Over the following days and weeks, during which I was given menial tasks and responsibilities, my condition improved and when I saw myself in one of the fine mirrors of her household I saw a new woman. I never left her employ after that. Mistress Pickles’ house was, I was to discover, a salon for ladies who, like me and Mrs Pickles.