I didn’t really want to think about it. I was positive he wasn’t one. Regardless, his easy laid back, rhythmic movements have had a drastic effect... on my body. However, although, my body was aching and urging to be one with him, I was feeling some kind of satisfaction just from dancing with him. His hands were touching me. His face was so close. I could smell his body, and from time to time, my breasts would rub against his chest and that felt amazing. Since I was wearing an almost open back. She grew hornier and hornier as a result. She wanted his chest. She wanted his body too. She wanted his cock no matter what. She wanted all of him as they lay on her home office floor. “God, you’re incredibly sexy” he told her looking down at her thick body. “You really are. Honestly” he added. She reached up and undid his shirt. After removing it, she got him to lie down, and with that she fingered up and down his chest. Then she started kissing his upper body as well as focusing on his. Why? She tried to remember, but there was nothing. The sound of her husband’s voice reminded her she was on the phone.“Sorry. I’m a little out of it. I have the worst headache.”“Did those boys keep you up all night playing video games. I told you they shouldn’t have stayed over, what with me gone all week.”“The boys were no bother.” She tried to think. Did her son’s friends stay over? Were they up yet? Thinking about it reminded her how much her head hurt.“Well, I just called to let you know. He pointed to an old well-worn bench that was raised up in the centre and would secure a girl with her legs spread far apart, he said this was one of his favourite pieces and would like to use this one for me, he then produced a long thick heavy leather strap that he said would punish me nicely. The Vicar reassured me all would be safe and wanted me to go home give it a lot of thought and if I wanted to continue to come back Saturday at 2:00 P.M. he also instructed me that when I come back to.