He needs time to think. The clicking taps fade as Mary Drummond steps into the library. With an analytical eye, Tommy watches her cross the room. She ...s an attractive, tall, redheaded woman, fond of wearing formal ankle length dresses. She has the errect posture of an equestrienne. She is thin, but prominent breasts help round out her figure removing any doubt that she is female. There are wrinkles in the corners of her eyes and mouth but no other signs of her fourty years of age. She is still. I caught the driver's eyes watching through the rear-view mirror. He held my gaze before turning on the radio to mask Izzy's slurping, my involuntary moans of surrender.Home before completion, all thoughts of dropping Izzy off and continuing and meeting Hester banished like my rational mind. Izzy's mouth on my cock was worth more than a "maybe" from Joosje. Packing my cock away in its box along with its unappeased rage was a chore. Izzy in the half-darkness of the hall, slinking against me. .. Three months ago she was a victim, a former prize, a wife no longer needed, a forty-year-old toy waiting to be discarded. Today when she looked in the mirror she saw an avatar housing a goddess within, a queen who was finally on her rightful throne, a mistress deserving servitude, and a woman deserving pleasure. “Come help me with mine,” she said.He stepped forward obediently. He fiddled with the bra’s closure a little before gently uncovering her breasts. The sudden coolness made her. I should have stopped reading because there were so many conflicting interviews, one woman especially recounting her first lesbian experience with an escort she praised to heaven, even posting a link to her web site, cheek! It was after reading this interview though that I realised again that the experience she recalled had made me aroused all over again, I felt myself and even though I had showered and dried form my disaster downstairs I was wet through and clearly aroused. Panic ripped.