I'll confess, I was a little afraid. I'd just get the head Executive officer of Schwartz Ring and charge society, the firm that my grandad had founded 35 years previously.

It wasn't that I felt unprepared ; I was twenty-seven days old with a Masters of Business disposal. I had worked summers in all of the section of the society from the metre I was seventeen until I'd graduated with my MBA then I'd started full meter. near recently I'd been vice-president of marketing headquartering in our Birmingham office.

My father had followed my granddaddy as the head of the firm but with his recent, unexpected dying the mantle fell to me, I was coming household to our Illinois home office.

Schwartz Ring and Bearing was a family owned troupe, all the stock save 100 part was in the hands of my baby and myself ; the 100 plowshare were owned by Martha Washburn. Martha had been first my gramps's executive secretary then my sire's and now she would be mine. Grandfather had given her the percentage. She was 57 age old and had been with the company for it's entire existence, all thirty-five years.

I felt so prosperous to accept her, her knowledge of the companionship and our clients would be priceless and, truth be told I adored her. She had literally known me all of my life, when I was immature and granddad would bring me to ferment with him she always had a little treat for me and, in my adolescence I'd had a killer crush on her.

Martha was still a handsome womanhood, impeccably dressed and groomed, her hair always styled and stylish, her nails perfectly manicured, her faint amount of make-up tastefully applied. She'd never married and, to the trump of my noesis had never dated ; I had hunch about her and my gramps but never any more than that.

She was everything I expected her to be ; she took concern of getting my touch added to troupe bank report, set up appointments with the company attorney and accountants, provided verbal debut to our orotund guest, all in all she smoothed the way for me as I assumed my new lieu and I was thankful ; she was absolutely indispensable.

I was single and not dating and there was a small apartment off my executive agency, just a couch, soft chair, bed, dresser and a mini-fridge along with a press, I'd use it as living twenty-five percent until I could find a house that appealed to me then it would be where I'd keep a change of clothes, but it would be commodious if I had to abide late in the office which would no doubt happened at least once a week.

It was a Tuesday, not usually a really busy day but this one had been hectic. It was after six, Martha was still there working along side of me ; I'd be spending the night in my apartment but I needed to get something to eat. I asked Martha to link up me.

We shared an Italian dinner and split a nursing bottle of Chianti then drove back to the bureau. I told her I was going to shape a little prospicient then I walked her to her car, it was a new simulation Lexus ; I remember commenting,"Nice car."She thanked me for the compliment and for dinner then drove off.

Her light fragrance lingered in my grass as I returned to make for ; I had to concede to myself, I still found her alluring.

It took a bit of clock time but with Martha's unending help I finally settled into my quotidian ; I wanted to thank Martha for her unhesitating assistance so I arranged for a special dinner, just the two of us and I was going to give her a earnings increase and an additional 100 shares of the company.

We went French, the meal was exquisite, her ship's company even more so. When I told her of her salary increment she thanked me but when I presented her share she was moved, with weeping of happiness in her eyes she leaned over and kissed me on the impertinence ;"Thank you, this means so very much to me Chris."

Unbeknownst to anyone within the company ; our attorneys, our accountants, yes, even Martha I'd engaged an outside company to carry on an audit of the firm. It wasn't that I suspected anything untoward but I was new, I wanted to experience the overall condition of the business.

A week later I received a outcry. The auditor wanted to conform to with me in some piazza early than the government agency ; we made an appointment for dinner for two nights later.

Over before dinner party cocktails he opened his briefcase and extracted a folder. He laid it on the tabular array and said,"Here is your dispatch report."

"God news, I hope,"I quipped.

"Well the company boilersuit is in first-class shape but there is an area of vexation that you need to be aware of."

"And that is ?"I asked.

"You have pilferage remove place. It's not great amounts at any one time, mostly petty cash, but it has been ongoing for quite a lengthy menses of prison term. In fact it predates the scope of our audit, it goes back at least ten years."

"Oh dickhead,"I exclaimed,"Any idea who it is."

"Yes, I have an first-class idea who the shamed company is, in fact there is only one individual it can be."

"O.K., who ?"

"Chris, this hurts and I know it's going to hurt you to discover it but it can only be Martha Washburn."

"Impossible,"I erupted,"Absolutely ludicrous, there's no way it's Martha."

"Chris, I understand but that's what I'm sure is happening. What I'd like to do is arrange for telecasting and audio frequency surveillance of Martha's situation, see what turns up."

Hesitantly I agreed. I expected that Martha would be exonerated in short order. I couldn't have been to a greater extent wrong. Within two weeks I was presented with a mealy taping showing Martha surreptitiously folding several circular from the petty cash drawer and slipping them into her bag ; I was physically macabre, I rushed to the washroom as my belly erupted.

Still, I wasn't completely convinced ; the monitoring continued ; unfortunately so did the thievery.

Oh Martha, my Martha, what are you doing and why ? I had to terminate her and go to the police but before I did I had to confront her.

How long had this been going on and why, why would she steal ?

I needed a couple of days to support what she was doing.

I guess I was distant from Martha and mopey around the office. Martha pressed me, what was wrong ? Her concern was sincere ; I couldn't answer.

Finally, the day of the confrontation and I was still torn ; she was one of my very favorite people and she was stealing from me. I asked her to stay late after employment saying that there were things I wanted to discourse with her.

After the office was closed I locked up and led Martha back to my apartment.

Damn it, she still stirred me ; she was wearing a dot Swiss dress, mordant polka dots with tenuous shoulder strap and a bit of flirtatious tulle around the undersurface, her brassiere had to be strapless to accommodate the thin berm straps ; her horseshoe were white sandals. I seated her on the lounge and asked if she'd like a glass of wine-colored ; I poured each of us a chalk of a Saratoga chip Chardonnay then sat in the easy chair.

I just watched her as she sipped her wine. She must have grown uncomfortable under my silent gaze, finally she asked what it was that I wanted to discuss with her.

"How much Martha, why and how a great deal ?"

"Chris, what on earth are you talking about ?"

"Martha, I know what you've been doing, please don't compound this by lying to me."

"Chris…"

"Martha, I have security television camera recordings of your dishonesty, so please don't dissemble, answer my questions."

"How lots and why Martha."

She was trembling so badly she dropped her wine spyglass. The handsome composed woman that was Martha Washburn was falling apart. She gagged then jumped up and stumbled to the lavatory ; without even closing the door she dropped her panties and peed, she'd nearly lost control and wet herself, barely making it.

Long after her flow had stopped she remained in the lavatory, eventually I checked on her. She was still sitting on the chiffonier with her panties around her ankle crying.

Looking up at me with her tear stained centre she pled,"I'm so sorry Chris."

I asked her to stand then hang and pulled her panty back into station,"Come on Martha, we still need to have that talk."

"Martha I know this has been going on for over ten years, why ?"

"I like squeamish things and I like to gamble a footling, when it started I promised myself that I'd repay what I'd taken from my winnings but I never won enough to get ahead."

"How much have you taken Martha ?"

"Chris, should I get an attorney before I say too much ?"

"You may if you choose but I'm not law enforcement. If you want an lawyer I'll phone the police and let them consultation you."

"No, I'll talk to you. I've taken at least a hundred thousand over the last XXV years."

"You started with my grandfather then all through Dad's full term and now mine, correct."

Again she teared up,"Yes Chris,"she sobbed,"I've done that."

"Chris, delight don't call the law, I know I couldn't live if they sent me to prison, I just couldn't."

Truthfully, I couldn't picture this fastidiously neat Lady in a gray dress and flip flops behind cake but then ; I couldn't picture her as a thief either.

"What do you indicate then Martha, what should I do ?"

"Maybe you could just lay me off so my repute isn't destroyed. I could get another job and refund you."

"That is a sentiment, isn't it ? But consider Martha, let's settle on a hundred thousand dollars as what's owed, even at five thousand a year which would be tough to do it would study you twenty yr to make damages, you'd be seventy-seven, I don't think that would work ; besides you're my problem, I wouldn't want you working for someone else ; my job becoming theirs ; no we'll deal with matter here."

There was a stirring in my slacks, I was becoming erect and suddenly I knew what I wanted ; I wanted Martha, I wanted her as urgently as when I was thirteen. No enquiry, what I had in mind was compulsion, but so be it, she'd stay fresh the life-time she'd created for herself with one minor change ; she'd have a young lover in it ; me.

I stood, walked to Martha and pulled her to her feet.

"No law, no departure of job, still my executive director secretary, no reduction of income and no restitution if you accept my penalisation, otherwise it's the police force, questioning, confession, tribulation, jail, your choice."

Her pretty dotted Swiss people dress had a tie in the back ; I unknotted the bow and unzipped the dress, dropping it at her feet.

"gradation out,"I instructed.

"Chris what are you doing,"she asked in a tremble phonation, but she complied.

I unhooked her strapless bra and let it devolve to the floor. For a woman of lvii she was exceptionally stiff, I admired her for a few moments.

She was wearing black thigh mellow hose ; I decided to pull up stakes then on. I told her to step out of her shoes.

I sat on the hot seat and positioned her in front of me.

"Chris, please."

"Martha, you've been a very bad girl, haven't you ?"

She stood mutely, I repeated,"harbour't you."

In an almost tacit whisper she replied,"Yes."

"What happens to bad young lady Martha ?"

"Please don't Chris, I'll die of embarrassment."

"You'd rather see the constabulary, endure your strip show and body cavity search and be locked in gaol ?"

"No Chris, I don't want that,"she said as she leaned over my lap.

I jiggled her a little to get her into position. For the first time I noticed her step-in, silk, smooth, cool, silk, expensive ; I rubbed her upraised bottom as I got her ready.

Thwack, thwack, thwack ten stinging blows fell on her pantied freighter. Martha squirmed on my lap, yelping then wailing from her spanking. I stopped and again rubbed her then lowered her step-in to her knees.

fling, quip, crack the sound of my decoration on her bare bottom, reddening her, stinging and burning her as she sobbed.

I helped her stick out then lowered her to the bed.

"That was for how badly you've disappointed me but the adjacent is for the company."

I slipped out of my clothes, took her step-in off and spread her legs.

"Oooooooooooooooo Nooooooooooooooo, please Chris, not this, you can't, please, please don't, My God, Chris, I'm a virgin."

She was squirming, kicking, trying to escape,"Sorry Martha, I guess one could say you screwed the company, this is your payback."

My digit were at her vagina, she was dry, not lubricating, I got a little Vaseline from the jar at my bedside and got her ready.

When she felt the pass of my stopcock at her entering she went berserk trying to escape. I forced her legs back, exposing her to me and forced my way in.

Unbelievable, she WAS a virgin ; my stopcock met her fifty-seven year old hymen.

I couldn't assistance myself ; she'd wounded me so badly with what she'd done, I said,"Martha, question whether or not it was worth it,"as I thrust forward, tearing her tender tissue, taking her cherished virginity.

Oh God, she was stiff ; I'd never been in any that approached in that regard. Her sounds were music to my spike, she'd cried out when I'd broken her hymen, then little sobs through a throaty moan.

I set up a nice calendar method of birth control, pumping her deep, opening her, stretching heretofore un-violated vaginal tissue paper ; she was in a word, magnificent ; then a opinion struck.

"wealthy person you gone through menopause yet ?"I asked.

"Yes, tinker's dam, yes, oh you're hurting me Chris, delight stop."

"Martha, I'm afraid you're going to have to get accustomed to it, this won't be the only sentence, I'll want you again and often. I didn't hump how I'd feel about doing this but I'll tell you, it's wonderful, God Martha, I'll confess, I'm fulfilling my boyhood dreams. Her tears continued as I pounded into her, thrusting thick, lubricated by her virginal blood.

I felt myself swell and pumped strong, my cock jerked as I poured my scalding semen into Martha, I stayed in her until I'd softened then rolled off.

She was sobbing,"Why Chris, why, God why ; I feel so humiliated, so debased."

"And how do you consider I feel Martha, I put all of my reliance in you and you violated that trust ; not only to me but to my father and grandfather before me. Now you've been violated, it only seems fair."

She rolled over onto her tummy, showing me her back ; I don't believe she achieved her purpose ; I massaged her buns, kneading her cheeks then leaned and kissed them.

"Martha, you have a spectacular bottom for a lady of fifty-seven, in fact it would be wonderful on a 27 year old,"I told her as I slipped a finger into her crack and teased her anus.

"Please Chris, no more, don't make me do that, too, I just can't take any to a greater extent,"she begged.

I wasn't going to sodomise her, at to the lowest degree not today but I wanted her to experience a little more than degradation, I positioned myself between her legs and, with a hand on each brass I opened her.

She leapt like it was ardor as my spit touched her, I held her in place as I rimmed her then dipped my lingua into her and pumped her with its tip.

She moaned, pleading with me to hold on, begging for me to end the lewd lasciviousness of my onslaught ; I ignored her pleas.

She was well lubricated with my spit, her entreaties for me to stop hadn't ceased but she was pumping her pelvic girdle against the mattress, raising her bottom to experience my care, I rolled beside her and turned her into my branch ; my hand cupped her hind end as a finger slid between her firm cheeks and ringed her pie-eyed rosebud.

necking her lips, I pulled her into an embracing, holding her tightly as I slipped the finger's breadth into her. She thrust forward when she was penetrated, her groin grinding against my erection ; I pumped her stringent bottom giving her an object lesson, a menace and a promise of what was to come.

Her voice was quivering with care, she asked,"Please Chris, you're not going to sodomise me, are you ? Oh God, please don't do that to me, you can't hate me that a good deal can you ?"

"No, Martha, I'm not going to have anal sex with you, at to the lowest degree not tonight ; but sweet ma'am it seems to me that your consistency is betraying you. Your lip says please no but your torso seems to be responding."

"Chris it's so dirty, I mean you know what I do there, how could you need to do that ?"

"It feels good doesn't it Martha, you liked the spirit you got, didn't you."

"It's filthy, a cheating affair to do, I can't like that, no, I don't like it."

My fingerbreadth was still in her, I pressed deeper and she moaned and ground against me harder.

When I'd finally finished we talked, I had instructions for her.

"Martha you can walk out tonight and never come back. If that is your selection I won't initiate any prosecution against you. I guess I've loved you since I was, well, from before I can call up, I couldn't see you put in clink. I won't ask for return, you'd never be able to fulfill any repayment schedule anyhow."

"You'd let me just walk away ?"She asked in amazement.

"Yes, I'd do that but I couldn't give you a unspoiled job mention and, let's face it, if you leave a job after thirty-five days, prospective employers will consume questions."

"You really don't leave me many alternative, do you Chris ?"

"Of course I do, I'd be tickled to destruction if you arrived at work tomorrow and did the job you've been doing for xxxv year, except for your niggling indiscretion that we're working through you've been nix but an asset to the company."

"You'd let me stay ?"She asked in amazement.

"Martha, I'd like to importune you stay, although there will be a slight alteration in our relationship."

She said nothing but there was a quizzical, questioning tone on her face.

"Tomorrow, when you come in, bring a piffling suitcase with your sundry lady things, a hairbrush, a dyad of changes of vesture, a nightgown or two and several changes of underwear ; make it silk, I love the feel, we'll put it in my slight apartment."

"Oh my God Chris, I'm fifty-seven years old, old enough to be your mother ; what do you require from me ? Am I to be your concubine ?"

"Concubine, an antiquated word but, yes, that's exactly what I want."

Martha stumbled out to her car, she was shaken to her very marrow ; walk away to an unsung and unforgiving future or become footling Sir Thomas More that Chris'sex striver ? She was sore from the loss of her virginity and she was in a predicament. She got no slumber that night.

employment started at Schwartz ring and aim at nine each morning ; at eight forty-five Martha arrived at the office ; she had a piffling suitcase in her hand.

"good morning,"Chris greeted her,"architectural plan on dinner tonight to consummate our concord, we'll leave at six."

He took her traveling bag and put it in his flat,"You can unpack later."

The day seemed to fly for Martha, trepidation about the coming evening gnawed at her ; what had she gotten herself into ?

Six came far too soon, they left, Chris drove.

It was a lilliputian bistro, a triplet playing smoky nothingness as desktop music and a dinner comprised of an assortment of tasty hors d'hoeuvres, she'd had a cosmopolitan while they waited and glasses of both red and white wine-colored with their repast ; Martha was feeling a little mellow by the prison term they left.

He drove back and took her into the apartment for a little conversation.

"Martha, you like nice affair, courteous clothes, jewelry and the coddling of day spas and manicurists, dependable ?"

"I confess I do like to be pretty and pampered, is that so wrong ?"

"zip at all wrong with that IF you can afford it, right ?"

"Please Chris, I am sorry for what I did."

"I know you are Martha, that's not the point I'm getting at. You also like to take chances a fiddling, is that accurate ?"

"It's my vice, I've tried to quit, I can't."

"I understand, I'm a bit of a player myself but, again, IF you can yield to lose ; you can't, true ?"

"How can I deny that, that's why I did what I've done."

"Martha, I'll make a steal with you. You'll have your remuneration, use it for your personal needs, clothing and that sort of thing but you can only gamble when you're with me, I'll give you a gambling allowance account, when you've lost it, you're done for the evening, bonnie enough ?"

"Oh Chris, that's more than fair, how can I ever repay you for your generosity ?"

"Oh believe me, you will. You'll go my lover, I've wanted you since I was a young teen ; I'll want you at my beck and call."

"You are going to micturate me your concubine."

"I prefer lover, but, yes, that's what I'll demand and requirement is the absolutely precise term. We'd have only two normal that I would command you to adhere to. First, I expect you to be my unforced lover, available when I ask and second that you maintain your gambling to the total I give you as your stake, is that manageable for you ?"

Martha had a contented grinning on her face, it was hardly a grave Price to pay for what she'd done but she did have to ask one question.

"What happens if I break one of the regulation ?"

"Did you contribute a hairbrush like I asked you to ?"

"Yes, it's in my bag, why ?"

"Because I'll use it to blister your bottom, understand ?"

His response shocked Martha, she knew it wasn't a threat, it was more a hope and she shivered at the cerebration ;"Yes Chris, I understand."

"okey, let's get your things put away."

I sat and watched as Martha stowed her things in the toilet table, bath and water closet. I enjoyed the view ; she was clad in a cute pencil skirt with a hibiscus photographic print, it fell just to her knees, her blouse was Edward Douglas White Jr. accessorized with a broach featuring the hibiscus plan and colors, her place were red three in bounder accentuating her slender sura, she was a gorgeous, matured woman.

"parting the hairbrush out on the dresser in guinea pig I need it,"I instructed, then added,"No, wait, bring it to me, please."

As she carried it to me I commented on her press and how dainty she looked.

I took the brushing and laid it on the floor beside my chair then I stood and began unbuttoning her blouse.

She voiced no objection as I took it from her berm and tossed it onto the sofa, her bra soon followed ; I massaged her breasts as I kissed her ; you are a beautiful woman I said as I sat ; worked her skirt up over her coxa and lowered her over my lap.

Her panties were black silk, sexy and smooth, I caressed her nates through the fabric.

She still had on her petty red shoes and thigh high hose with a disgraceful seam up the back.

"Chris… ?"

She could secern a spanking was in the works ; I struck without preamble, five firm whang on the seat of her step-in. She was squirming but no tears ; that was about to change. I lowered her panties to mid-thigh, picked up the hairbrush and struck her five rapid blows. She wailed in painful sensation as she was first struck and was in tears, sobbing and pleading by the clip identification number five fell.

"I wanted you to have intercourse the pungency of this hairbrush so you won't be tempted to break my dominion,"I told as I pulled her panties back into place.

I kept her on my lap, massaging her sore rear until she stopped crying, then I helped her to tolerate, unfastened and unzipped her skirt and took it off.

She stood before me ; leaking eyes, naked knocker, her reasonably black silk panties, second joint senior high hosiery and red heels, no doubt the sexiest view I've ever had the delight to behold.

"You're absolutely, stunningly beautiful Martha, unquestionable expert enough to eat."

Martha's sexual experiences were so restrict that she didn't understand the innuendo of my financial statement ; she had no glimmer that I meant it in the most literal sense as I stood and led her to the bed.

I laid her down then removed my clothing and joined her on the mattress where I took her into my arms and kissed her ravenously. It took a few transactions but finally she responded, opening her mouth and accepting my tongue then kissing me back. I moved down, kissing her throat and down to her breasts, Martha might only be once removed from virginity but her body was responding, her tit were swollen and her pap stiff.

Her external respiration was ragged as I sucked on one bosom while I massaged and gently squeezed the other. After both had been attended to, I kissed down to her taut corporation. One hand was between her pegleg, rubbing her through her panties then I pulled then down and took them over her feet.

As I kissed and licked over her mound she moaned,"Chris what are you doing, don't do that, that's dirty, that's where I pee."

She quit her bitching when my tongue parted her labia and I laved her vulva, now it was,

"Unnnnnnnngh, oh God, Chrisssssssss."

She had a luminance, almost girlish taste and odor, heady, citrus/salt tone and the salty scent of sea air ; I reveled in her ; my teen desires were being fulfilled.

I licked, top to fathom, enjoying her ; at her vagina I dipped in my tongue then moved crushed, across her perineum and to her anus where I gave her a speedy rimming then moved north, sucking and nibbling on her labia until I found her hooded clitoris. With my digit I induced the short man in the gravy boat to show then I took it between my lips and sucked like I was nursing. I pulled her delectable little opaline pearl into my mouth then batted it with the tip of my tongue ; poor Martha had never experienced anything like what was happening to her right now.

Her whole body started to tremble as her organs clenched, she cried out fearfully,"God Chris what are you doing to me, Oooooooooooooooo, what's happening to me,"was her last cry before she gushed.

And spirt she did, a rising tide spewed from her vagina, soaking me and the bed clothes, pulse after pulse as her uterus and vagina contracted, she went off like an erupting Vesuvius, accompanied by her wailing sounds. I licked her nectar, sucking at her vaginal first step, demanding more, she obliged, her flow pick my mouth ; it was more spectacular than I could have imagined I stayed on her until she begged for ease ; she was so sensitive that she couldn't endure any more.

She laid in my limb,"My God Chris, what did you do to me."

"Still think it's dirty ?"

"Yes, it IS bemire, you licked where I pee, that's nasty."

"Want me to do it again ?"

In a shy, quiet, quivery spokesperson she answered,"Yes, I do desire you to do it again. I've never been so stimulated, so excited in my life-time. It was the most fab notion I've ever experienced, so, I'll just wash really beneficial down there so I'm not dirty."

"I adored the taste of you Martha, I like you just like you are ; don't change anything."

"Chris, what's happening to me, yesterday morning I was a fifty-seven year old virgin thief, now you're taking me as your devotee ; you a rich, handsome youth man ; what do you want from me ?"

"I want you as my lover and, hopefully some day as my love."

Playfully I rolled her onto her tum and attended to her bottom, kneading and massaging her voluptuous cheeks then spreading her and giving her my tongue ; when she was sufficiently moistened I invaded her with my digit, enjoying the fact that she was rocking back to meet my hand.

"You really like doing that to me, don't you ?"Martha asked.

Coyly I asked,"Whatever do you mean ?"

"You know I like the feel but you also know you scare me when you do that."

"Why would you be scared ?"

"I'm afraid you're going to, well you know why I'm afraid damn it."

"You think I'm going to sodomize you, don't you ?"

"Yes Chris, that scares me, I know I find what you do exciting but it's so dingy and I'm afraid it will hurt."

"Martha, I won't sodomize you unwillingly, I think and hope that one day you'll go yourself to me but I'll never force the takings. Now, about dirty, we'll deal with that and yes, it may anguish a picayune but with a lot of lubrication, patience and erotic love, I think you can learn to like it, after all, we've proven by your reactions that you are anal retentive erotic, we just need to originate that."

I helped her to roll onto her back, sex tonight would again be in the missional placement, we would try other things over the succeeding few days but tonight I wanted to be able to see her centre, her case as I penetrated her ; I ran my stopcock along her vulva, found her vagina and thrust in. She exhibited a wince of painful sensation as I slid in, it was only her second time and she was still tender from the loss of her virginity the previous dark, but as she accepted me a pocket-size smile crossed her face.

Martha's intellection wandered to an earlier time. She'd stayed a virgin because the lone man she'd ever loved was Chris'grandpa and he was married, he wouldn't stray from the straight person and narrow path ; she's waited and waited for him but all that happened was that the age bled past, she was forty-two when he retired to his Florida condo ; middle aged, still Virgo the Virgin ; her love unrequited, but now she felt a change coming over her ; she DID want the love of man, a Schwartz man ; she did want to be Chris'woman, his lover.

She was beginning to recognise what she'd denied herself, God it was so pleasant with a man between her second joint ; a man who wanted her, wanted to give way her pleasure, a man who cared for her in spite of the letdown she'd given him.

"Chris, could you suck on my tit while we're doing it, please."

It was with gusto that I went after her, swollen mammilla filled my oral fissure as my cock filled Martha's tight vagina. I mounted her, riding her high so my phallus grazed her clit with every stroke, she reacted wondrously, encircling my waist with her legs and pulling me further and harder onto her. I maintained a musical rhythm until she started to build toward her climax then I pumped faster and harder, I wanted to come across her at the top, we did, she didn't spew as she'd done to oral sex but still her flow was rich, and joined with mine, the bed was soaked.

"Stay the night with me Martha,"I asked.

"Only if we can transfer these flat solid,"she replied and I think maybe she was grievous, I let her vary the sheets.

"Can I have got my scanty back, I don't want to leak out all over the fresh sheets."

And her plush posterior was again wrapped in black silk.

We slept entwined in each other's arms. Around four in the break of day I awakened, Martha looked so newly and devoid, my cock sprang to tending. I cupped her sex through her panties ; she stirred but didn't awaken, I opened her legs and admired her, my desire was overwhelming ; I slid the gusset of her pretty silk pantie to the side, exposing Martha's sex, she was still damp from earlier, I positioned myself between her thighs ; she came awake as my cock slid into her. I kissed her and said,"I couldn't resist, you're so hoot sexy, so desirable."

"Chris I want you to want me, I'm gladiola you took me like this, it makes me sense pretty, it makes me feel desired and it makes me finger good when you fill me."

I finished pretty quickly, Martha didn't coming, I pulled out, her panties slipped back into place, then I again took her into my arms as we both drifted off into sleep.

Our working family relationship continued to progress, she truly was my stalwart right handwriting ; she was rapidly regaining my trust ; I was no longer worry about her Lunaria annua and, as a lover she was all I could ask. It was like she was trying to ca-ca up for lost time ; even viva voce, her giving, me receiving came into our repertory albeit hesitantly. My noblewoman still had her"dirty"apprehension. Finally, one eve after we returned from dinner I gave her a fond washcloth.

"If I'm dirty, race me."

She did, then, tentatively, she licked me ; top to bottom along my cock. I'd taken to calling her my"Sexy Mama,"I encouraged her,"Oooooh, Sexy mummy makes me feel so respectable, take me between your lips, let me feel your lingua.

For the first time she engulfed me ; she was only courageous enough to look at about half of my duration ; still she bobbed on me until I was fix. I handed her a box of Kleenex and told her I was nearly fix to cum ; I really didn't expect her to swallow, at least not this get-go time ; I was hoping that she'd surprise me but Martha is that old fashioned, conservative lady friend ; she grabbed the Kleenex.

Yeah, I was a minuscule disappoint but I'd never let Martha have a go at it. She looked up at me, her pretty center were glistening and her beautiful face was wreathed with a smile ; she was so damnably proud of her accomplishment.

"Sexy mamma, marvellous, absolutely striking, come her, kiss me, be my aphrodisiacal woman."

She snuggled into my waiting weapons system,"Did you like that Chris ? Was I good for you ?"She wanted my approval, my affirmation.

"It couldn't have been better,"I encouraged her.

Just a few bit later I reciprocated, my Sexy Mama had become perhaps the world's greatest disciple of cunnilingus and I loved giving it to her ; it was the merely sentence she squirted and her gyrations as she climaxed were beyond description. I fed on her, drinking her pungent nectar as she flowed.

As I often did, I rolled her onto her tummy and gave her a short anal play. She like the attention but, steadfastly maintained that she was"filthy"there ; I vowed to myself to convince her otherwise ; I decided to set a little programme in motion.

The next day at the office, before lunch, I asked her to pick up some take-out Thai Pad ; I also gave her a footling shopping list of things I wanted her to convey back ; they were all uncommitted at Walgreen's.

She read over the list ; her center flew open ;"Chris ?"

"My Sexy Mama won't be unclean any Sir Thomas More,"I said with a wicked smile, pivoted and walked back into my office.

I watched her wriggle in her desk chair, she no uncertainty knew what was in store for her later this even and was not anxious for evening to come up. She looked back through my capable bureau room access, her face uncertain and awful. Then she called in the food order, picked up her handbag and left.

When she returned we shared tiffin on the dining board in my apartment. Like the eight hundred hammering gorilla, the bag from Walgreen's dominated the room ; it sat on the sofa, unopened but we both knew what it contained.

Nonchalantly I asked what her dinner preference would be, mentioning that I'd like some seafood.

"Whatever you'd like Chris is fine with me,"she answered, she was distracted, she couldn't take her centre from the bag.

After we'd returned to mold I found it entertaining watching Martha squirm in her chair and roll furtive glances my way ; at five after six I finally said,"Come on Sexy mama, grab your purse and let's eat."

We went to the"Lobster chanty,"had pre-dinner drinks then shrimp cocktails before Maine lobsters, by the clock time we'd finished my hunger for seafood was sated but Martha had just picked at her intellectual nourishment ; she'd sat, her bottom wriggling in her electric chair like she had ants in her pants. I asked Martha if she wanted to intercept some post for a nightcap ; I really wanted to check off to get out whether or not she wanted to avoid going home, delay the inevitable, if you will.

I was proud of her when she said,"No, let's just have something at home."

As we drove homeward, Martha began to speak.

"You know I should contend you over this, don't you. This is going to be the most blockade scenario imaginable for me."

"Martha, you can do it yourself, privately."

"No Chris, I can't, if it's to be done you're going to do it, I couldn't do it myself, although it does seem I've talked myself into this situation, haven't I ?"

"It does seem so, yes,"I answered.

At home I directed,"Get the equipment for me please, Martha, I'll get the water."

I waited until the urine was running dainty and warmly then half filled a bucket and stirred in two packets of Castile soap ; Martha was seated in my well-off chair, still fully clothed but waiting. In her bridge player she had a underground of lubricant and her brand new 10-ounce bulb enema syringe with the large nozzle ; she wouldn't be so"dirty"after tonight.

She stood and I began to undress her.

"I think I'd like you completely nude sculpture tonight,"I told her.

"Chris darling, I don't creative thinker showing you my body at all but I confess, I didn't expect such an intimate inspection as I'm going to receive."

I slowly undressed Martha, first her shoes then her overclothes, I wanted to be able to look up to her titty, so off came her bra and finally her stockings then I stripped to just my boxer short circuit, sat and guided Martha down over my lap.

She looked so aphrodisiacal ; desirable and vulnerable, tummy down, bottom raised, still swathed in flabby silk panties, waiting ; I drew it out ; massaging her succulent bottom, teasing and toying with her, heightening her foreplay. I slipped a hand between her legs, she was already lubricating heavily ; her respiration was raspy, she arched her back lifting her freighter.

She'd bought KY gelatin, I would use it instead of Vaseline, I lowered her step-in to mid-thigh then I rubbed some on her and probed her with a finger before filling the medulla and greasing the nozzle.

"It's time Sexy Mama,"I told her as I parted her cheeks, touched the snoot to her orifice and slowly pushed it in. I emptied the first enema then refilled the bulb and gave her a second.

"Martha, I'm only going to generate you two for now, these have soap in them, I want to houseclean out your depressed gut, then I'll give you a bigger one with just light water to rinse off you. You'll be my super scavenge Sexy Mama."

I held her on my lap, rubbing her bottom, sides and back until she began to squirm,"I need to go Chris,"she told me. I helped her to her feet ; she quick stepped to the can, one hand holding her scanty up while I rinsed the syringe and pail then refilled with warm, clear-cut water.

I was seated, waiting when she came back ; she again eased down over my lap.

"How do you feel Sexy ?"I asked.

"A fiddling dead, I've never had an clyster before. Chris, why have you left my panties on, this might be easier without them."

"mum, they'll be off soon enough but I wanted my cute little filly hobbled for the first base time, there will be no escaping,"I teased her.

"I'd never try to fly the coop you ; I will confess, I've been worried and scared since you had me buy these things. I couldn't imagine what it would be like ; I thought I'd be embarrassed. I know you're comrade with my dead body but this is dissimilar ; you're probing my most intimate places and I'm giving myself over to you, letting you touch me, penetrate me in ways I'd never imagined ; I was scared."

"Still afraid ?"

"Maybe a little, the big one's yet to come but it's more a sweet surrender, like I'm giving myself to you completely and that gives me a quivery stomach and a damp vagina ; I do find just a trivial dopy laying her belly down, bottom up holding a conversation, though,"she chuckled.

"well then, let's proceed,"I said as I spread her cheeks and inserted her nozzle.

"You know, it feels squeamish, relaxing when the water flows into me,"Martha told me.

I gave her the endorsement bulb.

"Ummmmm, yes, that's pleasant,"she cooed.

It wasn't until she'd accepted six light bulb that she felt any soreness, with a footling moan,"Oh I'm getting a petty cramp."

I reached under her and rubbed her tum, a bill motion, working the water further into her colon. I wanted to fill her sigmoid, descending, transverse and ascending colons, to redden her completely. When she ceased her moaning I inserted another bulb.

Again, she cramped, again I massaged her, her stomach was filling ; swelling.

"It feels like a little baby bulge,"I said as I rubbed her bloat.

With a sigh Martha whispered,"I wish it was, I wish we could, I'd love to give your sister Chris."

"It would be Nice, wouldn't it,"I agreed as I added another ten ounces, paused and rubbed.

With the 9th Martha broke out in a fret and squirmed, her uncomfortableness evident. I calmed her and gave her final shot ; she'd taken sixty Panthera uncia, a fiddling over three dry quart, a prodigious amount of money for her first enema.

"We're done Sexy Mama, now, just a few minutes for it to do its work,"I told her ; I was rubbing her tummy, her back and her bottom.

After about five bit the cramping became more severe, I helped her stand. She was bow, holding her abdomen ; I supported her, walked her to the bathroom and helped her to sit. Had I been more the man I'd have given her some privateness as she evacuated but, truthfully, I'm not certain she was even aware of my presence as I started filling the bath tub with hot body of water ; I tossed in some scented bath salts and waited with her while she finished.


An enema of the quantity I'd given Martha does not expel immediately, she sweated and strained for almost 20 minutes. When she'd finished I stepped out, allowing her some privacy as she cleaned herself ; when she flushed I went back in.

"Now a nice hot Bath,"I said as I helped her into the tub.

number one, I wiped her nerve, which got me a pained, capricious smile,"God Chris that took it out of me, I feel like I'm drained."

I gave her a little smile back,"It did take it out of you and you are drained,"I told her as I continued to bathe her, her neck, her succulent breasts then her torso, arms and legs and finally her feminine treasures.

I dried her with one of my big, downy Turkish towels then helped her into her prettiest night-robe and took her to bed.

As I lay her down she teased,"You aren't going to hobble your filly ?"

"No, I thought I'd make love to my Sexy mum instead."

I lay beside her and took her into my arms,"I'm afraid I'm in erotic love with you Martha."

"There's zip to be afraid of, I'll never do anything to hurt you,"she promised as she gave me the most passionate osculation ever.

When our lips finally parted she said,"I liked the aid, even the cramping was worth it, are you going to do that for me again ?"

"Are you still"dirty,"I asked.

"I'm not quite fix to take the adjacent pace Chris, long held feelings, feeling, don't die all that easily."

"Then, yes, you'll get more enemas, I think you should give birth one every Friday Night ; how would you feel about that ?"

"Like you cared about me and that I was surrendering myself to you ; please, every Fri nighttime would be wonderful.

Both of us were tremendously aroused by both our actions and our news, I kissed her centre, her ears and down her throat then lifted her surgical gown exposing her breasts. She was swollen, her teat larger than gum drop-off, remains and red with exhilaration ; I took one into my mouth, sucking and pulling on it as though I was nursing, she thrust her bosom out to me and sighed.

Her tummy was diffuse, silklike and polish, my lips and tongue tasted her flesh, I teased her omphalos then nibbled and nipped at the pelt covering her mons veneris and finally I parted her labia with the tip of my tongue. As I glided along her vulva, tasting her precious nectar she shivered, when I got the"little man in the sauceboat"to come out to bet, sucking and batting her little gem with my glossa she erupted.

God, I loved it when she climaxed from oral stimulation, that was the only clip I could make her spurt ; she soaked my fount and her inside second joint, I sucked and licked until she finally was exhausted.

As I prepared to hop on her she stopped me,"My turn,"she said as she pulled me up.

My Sexy mum wanted to contain me in her mouth. I'll not traverse, she wasn't the most skilled fellatrix in the world but it wasn't for deficiency of movement. She slid up and down my dig, circling me with her lingua, enthusiastic in her exertion she soon could feel my penis swell ; I handed the Kleenex box to her, she refused it and worked me all the harder.

"Oh Sexy, I'm gon na cum, I'm gon na cum,"I cried out as my rooster jerked filling her mouth. She stayed on me until my flow ceased then looked up. Her eyes were glistening, she hadn't contained it all, there was a filter at the left incline of her mouth but her smile of satisfaction was apparent, it was a big stone's throw for her ; I knew what it meant to her and what it had cost her, I pulled her up and kissed her ;"Thank you Mama."

"Did you like that Chris ? Did I do well ?"

"You did in effect, you are the most delectable Sexy Mama in the world."

She was all smile as she rolled onto her tummy ; she was ready for our period of play ; I didn't disappoint.

Her merchant ship was so cute, I massaged and kneaded her as she softly murmured her pleasure. I opened her buttock, teased her tight ring then used my spit until she was wriggling then I added something we hadn't done before.

I retrieved the KY and squeezed a little on my digit, warmed it and smeared it on her anus as I said,"I'm not going to enter you, you're in control condition of that,"as I eased up over her vertebral column and stroked my penis in her slick crack.

Martha tensed but again I told her it would be okay and asked her to relax.

I massaged her shoulders and reached under her to caress her knocker as I continued to razz her. I could experience her tight muscles pulsating, her sphincter palpitating to the pressure but, then I was getting too close to cumming, I stopped and lifted her to her knees.

"I want you from behind mammy,"I told her.

I opened her legs a bit more and let her sense my fingers on her labia then I spread them and entered her. She groaned softly and settled back against me as I filled her.

I waited until her stimulation became so intense that I knew she was on the verge of orgasm ; I gripped each buttock, spread her and used my thumb to fall into place her.

She moaned when I parted her sphincters then trembled as first one then another and another sexual climax washed through her, she wailed and pushed back against me forcing my digital invader deeper ; I roared as I climaxed, pumping her with both cock and thumb until I was spent. I withdrew then leaned forward and kissed each cheek.

I was a piddling concerned, I asked,"Did I hurt you ?"

"God no, that was great, fantastic,"she answered.

I lay beside her as she snuggled against me, a lot had happened, we were both hackneyed, we slept.

Over the ensue calendar month I was so pleased with the decision I'd made about Martha, I'd never been happier in my life.

She and I managed to get away several weekends each calendar month, and, yes, it was for gambling excursion. We'd been to Biloxi, Atlantic urban center, to Sunflower State city for the riverboats, hit Vegas and even flew over to Nassau. I gave her her gambling allowance and knew why she'd never been able to return her unauthorized forward motion ; I don't think she ever won. Not the slots, not blackjack, nothing treated Martha well but she had her fun and so did I.

Our sex was unbelievable, my fifty-seven year old Sexy Mama was almost more that this XXVII class old could address ; her underside was still virginal but anything and everything else, we'd tried.

I'd finally purchased a nice three bedroom house with a pool and hot tub ; although Martha still owned her home most nights were spent with me. We loved to sustain a swim in the heating plant of the day and then couch in the hot tub after dark with a little wine and a lotta lovin ’.

It was nearly a year since I'd taken over as CEO and I'd just reviewed and approved a contract with one of our biggest customer, I decided I'd carry the details over to my production superintendent, I hadn't walked the floor of the manufacturing adroitness in several weeks, now I'd have a chance.

I walked into Martha's piece of work area, intent on telling her where I was going but as I came in I saw a flashing of fear in her eyes and she shut down the web page she was viewing before she turned to me. I thought, if she was a male employee I'd know I'd just caught mortal viewing porn on the company's electronic computer but I was sure that wasn't the case with Martha. Nonetheless, I wanted to check to observe out what I'd seen. Instead of taking the marriage offer myself I handed it to Martha and asked that she deliver it. I waited until she was on her way before going to her computer.

I swung into her hot seat and brought the sieve back up. Martha had been too shaken to conclude out ; she'd simply minimized the screen. The gambling site she'd been on came up displaying her account ; a hitch of the story showed legion visit ; I was so disappointed, she'd done so well but she'd unwrap one of the two convention I'd set down. I minimized the screenland again and returned to my office.

I had a hard time concentrating on work, honestly I was undecided about what to do ; I know what I'd cautioned Martha but we'd come a long way since then ; unquestionably I loved her and she was in love with me. Finally, perhaps it was rationalization, but I recalled what gambling had led her to do in the past and she well knew the rules that she was to abide by. I considered waiting until Friday ; I suspected she might accept a hard and uncomfortable time sitting on the day after but then decided that I best get it over with, if necessary she could pass the following day on the bed in my apartment lying on her potbelly with aloe gel easing her aching ; besides, I had much more toothsome use for her bottom on Fridays.

prison term dragged until six. I suggested an other dinner party, telling her I was a fiddling hungry but really, I didn't think either of us would palpate up to going out later ; we went sparkle, sushi and a distich chicken feed of sake. She commented on my sadness but I put her off.

At home we sat in the keep room, I started,"Why Martha ?"

She knew, knew what I was alluding to,"Chris, I'm so sad to have disappointed you but I told you how difficult it is for me to stay away from it ; you're going to spank me, aren't you ?"

"I promised you that, so, yes, you've got a spanking coming."

She got up and started walking toward the bedroom,"Can I retain my panties on, maybe you'll want to hobble your lilliputian filly so she can't get away,"there was sadness in her voice.

The hairbrush held a home of pureness on the top of my vanity, I got it and laid it on the level next to the professorship we'd be using. I stripped to my boxers as she shed everything but her pair of pale yellow silk panties.

I sat ; she came to me and bent over my lap.

"We'll public lecture later, now let's just get this over with,"I told her as I jiggled her into berth and began.

I wasn't spanking nearly as voiceless as I could, I didn't want to injure her and, besides, this was going to be a prolonged punishment. I spanked first her right buttock then her left brass alternating back and forth and so on, from the top of her buttocks down to the crack dividing her tush from her second joint ; back and forth up and back, the swish of silk, the crack of flesh on reddening flesh.

Martha was whining,"Please Chris, that's enough, I won't do it again, please,"she didn't realize I'd only just begun.

The fabric muffled most of the sound and provided a little, just a little trade protection. I was keeping my eye on the bedside alarm clock and Martha was writhing on my lap ; the spanking go on until her middle began to leak tears. At the ten minute scratch I stopped and rubbed her bottom.

"Martha was a bad girl, wasn't she ?"

"Yes,"she whimpered.

"What happens to a bad lady friend Martha ?"

"She gets spanked."

"That's right, she gets spanked,"I answered as I lowered her panties down to mid-thigh exposing her reddened bottom.

"No more Chris, please, no More,"she implored.

I began again though the auditory sensation was different, no silk to strangle the sharp crack cocaine as my palm met naked cleaning lady. Once more, first gear one cheek then the other, alternation left and right as I worked up and down, she was in full throated crying by now ; I continued.

She attempted to escape, kicking and twisting ; her scanty kept her from being capable to kick too well and my left arm encircled her, holding her writhing body down on my lap. The spanking continued as, again I watched the clock.

She'd by now fall by the wayside trying to get away ; she was making whimpering strait interspaced by sobs until the ten minutes had expired.

I pulled her panties back into place and rubbed her sore bottom.

"You'll follow the rules now, won't you Martha ?"

"Yessss, oh yessss, I won't do it again Chris, never again."

"Didn't you promise that once before Martha ?"

"Chris, please, please forgive me, I promise, never, never again."

"Martha, I give you the money to indulge your passion for gambling, don't I ?"

"Yes."

"You promised me that you wouldn't and I promised you something if you broke your hope ; what did I promise you ?"I asked as I reached down and picked up the hairbrush.

"A spanking."

"Just a spanking Martha ?"

She didn't even want to say it, in the quietest most fearful whisper I've ever heard,"A spanking with the hairbrush."

"That's right, a spanking with the hairbrush ; you haven't gotten that yet have you ?"

"Chris, please, I'm mendicancy you, not that,"as the commencement black eye fell.

She leapt as though I'd shocked her with a hold out wire when the brush met silk. The first was followed rapidly, a total of ten on each cheek on her passably pale yellow step-in. I paused and lowered her underwear to her knees.

Therwhack, the kickoff of twenty on her bare bottom ; by the time I quit she was lying limply over my lap, not struggling, nothing, just mewling like an injured kitten. I put down the brush and rubbed her binding ; her buns looked too fiery to touch.

She was gently sobbing, hiccupping periodically as she tried to reclaim. Then she opened her legs just a little and asked,"hint me Chris, extend to me, please."

I slid my hands between her dislocate thighs and met with a surprisal, as my fingers opened her labia her vulva was liquid, her vagina oozing, I merely touched her button ; she shivered as she climaxed.

"Did my Sexy Mama like her spanking ?"I asked.

"God no, I've never hurt so much in my spirit. It wasn't that, it's that you care, you want what's ripe for me even if I don't always do what's right. I know I might fall again sometime and I know you'll be there to take precaution of me."

"Yes Mama, I'll be there for you, good or bad."

She quieted and just lay with me holding her, still over my lap ; I think I loved her even more than before.

Finally I asked if she'd like some aloe gel rubbed onto her bottom.

"Yes, oh yes, please."

I helped her to stand then laid her on her stomach on the bed and got the aloe.

"This may be a little cold,"I cautioned.

"Lord I hope so, I'm on fire,"she lamented.

After I'd anointed her darling red tush I lay down beside her, pulled the sheet of paper over us and with her nuzzling my chest we rested for the night.

Next sunrise my Sexy momma was still awfully sore but she wouldn't hear of not working, I soothed her with a niggling more of the aloe, she wore white cotton panties for their absorbency and took little pillow to sit on and I watch her writhe the day away at her desk as she tried vainly to receive a comfortable position.

She caught me chuckling at her caper and called me a mean papa ; the first time she'd spoken what was to become her pet name for me, I told her that if she wasn't a bad little lady friend I wouldn't be mean. A seeming contradiction since she was xxx days my senior chronologically but it was how our relationship had developed ; I thought it was sweet.

She'd faded to a pleasing garden pink by Friday evening, she was looking forward to her enema and I was looking forward to giving it.

She still got the two bulbs with the Castile soap for a humiliated GI washout then ten Lucy in the sky with diamonds of warm body of water and I still teased her about her infant bump when I'd filled her. Yes, I still stayed with her filling the tub while she emptied then bathed her, dressed her in a provocative nightgown and took her to bed for oral before our anal retentive play then intercourse. Tonight was no unlike although Martha was a little more queasy that usual.

Sabbatum was the surprise, we'd finished a ignite dinner, and we'd stayed in for a alteration. We had on some flaccid music and were enjoying after dinner drinks when she uncharacteristically climbed onto my lap and snuggled against me ; she was shivering.

"Hold me, I'm a petty scared would you Daddy ?"She asked.

"What's the thing mum ?"I asked.

"Am I still clean from finale nighttime ?"

"Yes, it will last nearly three years, why ?"

"I still feel like it's dirty but I want to be your foul little girl tonight if you'll have me."

"Martha, it's not something you have to do,"I told her.

"I know Chris but you've been so variety to me, protected me from myself and made me feel loved and cherished ; it's something I want to do for you, to give to you."

Shortly thereafter we found ourselves in bed in a passionate embrace, I was naked, Martha was still clad in light pink silk pantie and nix else.

When we came apart I laid a pillow at her hips and lifted her onto it so that her bottom was elevated ; I slid her scanty down and off and raised her legs so I could accession her rosebud. KY and more KY, lubricating her fingering her, getting her ready.

She was strain. I massaged her articulatio coxae, rubbed her tummy and talked to her, you need to unwind for me Sexy Mama, if I hurt you, say so and I'll stay, okay ?"

"Okay, just be gruntle with me, please."

"I will be, here's what we need to do. I'll press against you and ask you to push, I want you to push like you're going to the bathroom, it will relax your sphincters and let me in leisurely then I'll wait for you to adjust to me before I move into you. You'll feel an incredible fullness, even more than when you get your enemas, it will feel like you need to use the toilet but you won't, it will be me filling you up. Are you ready ?"

"Yes Daddy."

I pushed her legs further back toward her breasts,"hold your stage up for me until I'm in,"I asked. She held herself behind her thighs as I moved up and guided the head of my penis against her.

"button Mama,"I said as I leaned in forcing myself through her sphincter muscles.

Martha grimaced and grunted as I entered her ; I waited for her. When a minuscule smile showed on her face I pushed forward. She softly moaned as I slid into her. My sexy mommy was all and more than I'd hoped, incredibly tight, hot, and smooth as I glided up into her most private passage. It was as though I was enwrapped in a velvet baseball glove, her tight ring squeezing me ; I was in, I rested.

"Oh I do feel so full and I have a piddling ache way up inside me. Chris, do you like it, am I estimable for you pretty papa,"Martha asked, her breath was a raspy pant almost like a Lamaze female parent to be,"I am your ill-gotten little girl now, aren't I,"she panted.

"You are fantastic Mama, the best, God, it was Charles Frederick Worth the wait, I've never, ever felt anything so incredible,"I answered as I began caressing her breasts and pump her slowly and gently.

She thrust her breasts forward inviting my tending ; I took her hands from her pegleg and directed her good hand down until it was on her sex.

She had never masturbated for me, no doubt she'd consider it dirty, too but she was now. I lifted her moistened finger, took them in my sassing, sucked them and guided them back. One of my work force was still on her chest ; the other was directing hers on how to unhood her clit. When she touched herself she began to rub.

I was watching her, her tightness was divided, accepting me in her bowels, her titty and her self-gratification ; she finally looked up into my eyes.

Almost in embarrassment she gave me a petty whimsical smile,"Daddy, you know I don't usually talk like I'm about to but a retentive time ago I was reading one of those bodice busting romance novels and the heroine said she felt like a"freshly fucked fox in a woodland fire,"her implication being that she'd never felt so hot in her entire existence. Almost a year ago I was a fifty-seven year old cleaning lady destined to be a virgin spinster, one illustration of unrequited love the simply romance I'd had in my life. Sex was a concept unknown to me and I thought anything outside the confines of the missioner place was contaminating. I was a thief finding unrewarding solace as an uncontrolled gambler. And I see myself now, at this very instance ; I promise, if you don't want me to, I'll never talk like this again but please look at me.

Now, right now, I'm egg laying with the most terrific man in the human race, I have my hired man buried in my cunt, my tits are being fondled and I have so much cock up my bottom it feels like you're in my tummy and I've never been happy ; fuck me severe dada, ready me finger it, God I want to be who you want, I want you to need me ; because you make me feel like a freshly fucked fox in a woods fire."

Her finger's breadth brought her off just as I blasted ; I don't think I've ever cum harder as I pumped jet after jet of come into her and, at the Saami time she climaxed, her anus clenching, grasping, squeezing me ; it was beyond stupendous.

Afterwards we lay entwined in each other's munition, aristocratical kisses, perfumed Good Book sonant touch modality, I think for both of us it was the most romantic eventide we'd ever spent.

We're still together, of course there have been some ups and pile but neither of us would swop the living we have.

We married on Martha's sixtieth birthday, so, I'd have no successor but my sister's husband was now my executive director vice-president, when I retire the pallium will fall to him and I'm contemplating leaving at 35 so Martha and I can enjoy our life together.

By the way, the wedding ; it was a secret affair here in the metropolis then we jetted to Monaco for a month of, what else, gambling .