I looked. She had nothing on, her legs parted and her breasts wet. I watched as she fingered herself over and over. My cock getting harder by the seco...d.I slipped and fell a bit, i could see her shadow moving towards the window i was by, I needed to move quickly but it was too late. "What are you doing?" she asked in a way that made me think she saw the whole thing as a joke. "Nothing" i lied. She invited me in to get patched up, i didnt notice at the time but my arm was bleeding from the fall.. Brian made gentle, deep thrusts into her snatch. He leaned into the kiss and held her firmly as he controlled his speed. He let the dryer do the work for him as he drove the older woman mad sexually. She couldn't keep kissing him and she rested her cheek on his bearded one, panting madly. When he knew she was getting closer he obliged to her needs and he picked up the pace with his thrusts. She responded immediately in his arms and she fell to his shoulder, taking small erotic bites on his. After removing the blindfoldand the clothspins from Michelle, I sat in the Master’s chair. “Kiss my feet, slave.” She crawled to where I sat, bent over and began to gently kiss my feet. “Suck on my toes, slave.” Looking up at me for a moment with a hint of anger in her eye, she compliedwith my orders. As she groveled at my feet I continued to taunt her withgentle strokes of the riding crop. I stood, placing my pussy nearly in herface. Turning around I ordered. When you’re no longer the young stud yourself you’re less likely to chase the sort of perfect lookers who, rightly or wrongly, are referred to as bimbos. So, in my mid-forties, when I found myself working for a large company where she was the receptionist, I looked at her with different eyes. We felt like allies from the old days and we had brief chats about people and places long gone. She was now not just stout but fat, and had been married for twenty years to a Korean restaurateur. It was.