I've always thought she was hotter than hell. Every morning we would sit around the table in her kitchen talking or eating breakfast. She always wore ... loose blouse-like pajama top and when she would bend over the table I could see she wasn't wearing a bra. Her tits were gorgeous. They were also the first ones I had ever seen up close and personal. I thought at the time that she didn't realize what she was doing. Looking back at it now I'm sure she was doing it on purpose. Well one morning. ’ ‘Why are you telling me this now?’ I asked. ‘Because I don’t want any secrets between us. I don’t want you to see Lisa some day and she might say something about it. She never liked you, you know. She was always jealous of you and probably saw what everyone else saw in us.’ ‘Have you seen or talked to her since you graduated?’ ‘She wrote to me while I was overseas. She did say she would never forget me. I received a Dear John letter from her one day, saying she had found her soul mate. It was. I obliged and said yes mistress. She liked that and her tone of voice became more dominant. She said that’s good, slave. Then she used an old pair of pantyhose to cover my face, with just a while so I could have my mouth and nose out. She put some leather restrainer on my wrists and ankles. It was heavy and cold, I liked the feeling!She made me kiss her legs, feet... soft easy foreplays. Suddenly she ordered le on my back and almost sat on my face, telling le to kiss her butt. I did with great. LuAnn had said she didn’t think I was off limits and she wanted me to tell Fallon that I thought she was pretty. I wasn’t sure if I was glad I was the only guy there for the week or if I was in for trouble. If I knew then what I know now.I went back to the kitchen window and watched Lu walk away for a while. When she was fifty yards away, she wiggled her butt and then turned back to face me and I could read her lips as she mouthed the words, “tell her.” I got the message. Holy crap. As I.