” “Oh,” I smile looking at him. “And do you like doing that?” “Yes I do,” he admitted. “Why’s that?” I asked “Since the arrival ...f our 3rd child,” he started in a slightly miffed voice. “She’s refused full sexual intercourse with me.” “So you were getting frustrated?” “To start with yes,” he admitted. “But after some discussion we came to an understanding that I could watch her having a climax while I masturbate and play with her breasts.” Hearing this I smiled, “Can I ask you a favour?”. This story turned me on as you can imagine. The question and answer session had come to an end; we relocated to the back seat of my car. Being with “S” was amazing to me, after the many years of marriage to “K”. I was eager to see what my sexy mistress was capable of. And I was eager to show her what I was all about as well. After helping her remove her clothing, down to her white ankle length socks. I sat bare chested across from her, still hearing my gym shorts and socks. I leaned in and we. He started knocking stuff savagely around…until he found exactly what he wanted….some rope…normally used when his canvases are being shipped, but tonight it would serve a very different purpose indeed!! He kept a mattress on the floor in his workshop because he often spent the night there, especially when inspiration would strike. He hauled her over to that mattress now and threw her down on her stomach. He quickly straddled her and wrestled both her arms behind her back. She bucked,. . But then again the only one who wore makeup was Amber. With a little makeup I could be looking at a bevy of classic Beauties. I know I already loved them all.The meal was eaten in silence but when the last fork was lain on the table. The day at the ranch was discussed. Needs and desires and problems were discussed. I mostly listened unless the question was directed to me.. I just listened and watched, I noticed the table was quiet and everyone was looking at me... I had missed a question.