Pausing I viewed her figure and was slightly aroused by the womanly features set before my eyes. I was interested in knowing more. I introduced myself...to her as I looked into her eyes. What passion overtook me as she said her name back. Without any consideration I just asked, ‘Do you know of some place we might be able to get a coffee or something and just talk a little.’ She said, ‘Oh no thank you I’m married I couldn’t.’ Displaying her ring. I felt rather awkward now. I explained, ‘I would. What if they left it locked?Renee almost didn't try it. She didn't want even risk those fears being confirmed.But the disgust she felt inside- the craving to be clean, compelled her on.The door opened easily, almost as if it was mocking her first attempt.She listened, but the hall was silent.Cautiously, she left the relative safety of the room. With a hand against the wall, she walked until she reached the stairs, then backtracked to her bedroom, to her shower.The steaming water assuaged the. She turned and walked away, pulling on the rope. I followed her under the stairwell. The basement was finished, but the area under the stairwell was bare concrete. She tossed the rope over a beam and pulled until I was on my tiptoes. She tied the end of the rope to an exposed stud. The rope loosened a little, but my heels still couldn't touch the floor. She stepped back, stared at me for a while, and said, "Now you wait right there until I get back." I could hear her laughing all the way. Her hand moving up and down my shaft. I'm not really that big but I was to her. Five minutes of this and I was spurting all over the garden."Was that nice?" she asked with a big grin."Yeah," I said breathlessly."We better go in," she said sounding reluctant for her lust was still high."Here let me do you," I said my hand moving under her short skirt."No you mustn't," she said but her thighs open for me.Her mind told me just as soon as I found the right spot for her lust levels shot up. She hung.