Tiny movements that frustrate her. She doesn’t want gentle now. She’s felt the belt – she wants the violence of it. He reads her beautifully and...suddenly he’s smashing into her. Sound of slapping skin fills the room. His hand is beneath her working over her clit. Yes, Yes, Yes – she doesn’t care that she’s shouting it out loud until his hand slams down over her mouth. For a second she cant breath then instinct kicks in and she’s ok. Sensory overload as suddenly the blindfold is removed. Her man. Under it we could clearly see that she had on a pair of matching French knickers and bra complete with suspenders and lacy topped stockings. I hadn’t seen dressed this way for at least two years and couldn’t believe my pep talk had actually worked. I think bit of background history before I go any further though.My wife and I are both in our early seventies and for most of our thirteen year marriage, we’ve had the kind of sex life that most men would give their right arm for. We made love at. She did say anything just laughed. I went closer this time instead on kissing her cheek I directly kissed on the left side of her neck and went up, to kiss her cheek and then her forehead. She pushed me away and said “enough, there are people around us”. I said, “So what, it’s dark on the dance floor and there is loud music and most of the people are drunk any ways”. She didn’t budge and asked me to take her back to the hostel to which I obliged.This went on for days, whenever she used to come. With that, he undid his pants, and pulled out his soft, velvety back cock and told me to suck it. But I'm not Gay , neither I'm I but my cock say's otherwise start sucking , and immediately got on my knees in front of him, and took his hot piece of meat in my hand. I stroked it gently, before I began sucking it, and as it slowly hardened, I realized it was quite a cock. I took it into my mouth, and began sucking it, feeling it grow in my mouth. Officer Romelle was a big man, tall and muscular,.