Emma can I stay here for a while? you know it’s damn hot outside and I am still having my lunch break”“Oh, sure, young man, you can stay here an... talk to me, it’s so boring here, there have been no customers since morning, everyone is at home, waiting for the heat to wear off”.“So, Mrs. Emma when are you going to the sea?” Alexander asked keeping the ball rolling.“I don’t know, I was supposed to go with my husband but he went there with his friends, those motherfuckers! They are probably. "First, your legs" she stated, wrapping it around the back of the chair leg and securing it around his ankle.With both legs secured, she waited a minute before continuing. She didn't want to rush it for fear of arousing anxiety in him and have him fight her off. She sat on the floor at his feet, reasoning her submissive position would make him feel he still retained some control.Reaching for a belt, she rested a hand on his thigh saying, "Now I need to fix your arms, so you won't be able to. ....laughing, he orders me to put on the lingerie, and then cuffs my hands behind my back, and leads me by the arm down a hallway and into the living room. You are waiting, seated on the couch. Your black mini skirt is hiked up, red panties pulled aside, your finger leisurely sliding in and out of your wet pussy. You continue to pleasure yourself while i stand helplessly before you, my eyes fixated upon your pussy. Your pubic mound is shortly cropped, and the lips are shaved bare. You look. It was some years ago that I got involved. I remember it well and it was when I did a favour for Tom. That led on to a wonderful New Year’s Eve party and we have never looked back after that. Steve and I had decided at an early age that we would be different; we never wanted a life where we would be cooped up in an office or bank. The ‘rat race’ was therefore a non-entity for us. We wanted an outdoor life and a simple existence. To this end we saw a TV programme about life on the Scottish.