As surreptitiously as possible she managed to slip her panties off and put them into her handbag. “Happy now?” She said.“Now your bra,” Peter ...emanded, replacing his hand between her legs, noticing that she made no effort to stop him and had even parted her legs slightly to give him better access. “Go on, l’ve seen you take it off under your top plenty of times at the beach, take it off now.”I little voice in her head was telling her to stop this, but the voice was getting weaker as she felt. Ella and Nicole had told him how they had disciplined Nina at Mrs Shackleton’s. So with that connection Harold had confided in Nina that in his house it was slightly different, to the extent that he is also disciplined although in his case it is by his daughters. Nina was surprised and asked how that came about. Harold said “Well when their Mum was alive I was regularly disciplined by her. It was something I just accepted. When she passed away it left a void, but the very next time I did. Pretty soon she was laying back and her legs were moving from side to side as I touched a nerve or something in her cunt and she jumped a bit and murmured oh god that’s great. I cannot believe that it can be this good. I kept going alternating sucking her cunt and then fingering and tongueing her cunt. She was making a fair bit of juice and I swallowed as much as I could get. It has a strong taste but I liked it. After about 5 minutes she began to grunt and buck a bit and it was obvious from. I wondered (hoped!) that she would have the gumption to go topless before the week was over. The evening involved another wonderful dinner. Pepin brought me filet mignon, a tiny but rich mushroom casserole, asparagus, and a lovely Cabernet. I again had a flash of Karen but this time not in the throes of orgasm. This time I was reminded of the nasty weather she was likely enduring back home. I felt rather smug at first but then the empty chair across the table brought back the loneliness that.