She would never tell him how she felt at that moment. She was forty and he could not be more then twenty-nine. It seemed to her, however that, seducin... a younger hot man, would be just the place to start her evening that was otherwise going to be empty and alone. Lansette looked at him again with different eyes. Obviously amused just by thinking of her in his arms. “What’s so funny?” he asked. “You,” she said, thinking how open she could be around him. He rolled his eyes. “Okay, what now?” he. The hood was removed, allowing Kathleen her first look at the sadistic dominatrix. Wearing a whorish looking blond hairpiece, a black vinyl mini with matching top, and red calf length boots, it was clear that Mistress was in charge as she barked out commands to Paul, first to remove the rope from around her neck, and then to attach a set of nipple clamps.?Are you comfy, I know you can’t speak but nod your head if you are? commanded Mistress. When Kathleen failed to respond Mistress tugged on. Dressed in a conservatively cut dark blue business suit with a high necked white blouse, she looked every inch the power-dressing young American. He guessed that she was some twenty years younger than he, and that hidden away under the jacket and starched blouse was a very attractive pair of breasts. Her long dark hair showed off her creamy, almost Levantine, skin very well and two dark brown eyes sparkled with life.She, for her part, suddenly felt weak at the knees when the full import of the. "But I don't think... I mean... it's not right." No," he said, nibbling on her pouting bottom lip. "It's not. Would you like me to stop? I will if you say so." Oh, you really should," she said as she held his head in her hands and devoured his mouth again."Yes, dear, but when you do that," he said, "all the blood rushes out of my brain and goes somewhere else." It does?" she said, still kissing."Umph," he said, wrapping his left arm around her back and holding her to him while his right held.