I'd rather be plain Harriet Scrivener."Harriet tossed a quarter into the well and watched it sink. She turned to Kennedy. "Do you know what I wished f...or?"Kennedy shook her head."That the next dress my mother makes for me is as light as a feather and I can get in and out of it in less than twenty minutes."Kennedy couldn't help it; she started giggling."What?" Harriet asked."Oh, I remember something else from the first time I saw you. I hate dresses; I really hate them. I was wearing pretty much. I turned 57 today and decided it is time for me only. Do you understand I have had enough bad sex in my life and am too old to waste my time on it again..Do i make myself clear? I will punish you if I am not satisfied..!Yes Madam..Now what do you really want?To please You Madam..to be Yours.. Do you want to be my sub?I looked at her.. the perfume, the boots..the lingerie..her long nails running over my chest..Do you want to be my sub!yes.. i mumbled..She took my face in her hands.. Beg to be my. You slap my face, whipping that grin clean off, but only for a moment. My pained cries turn to dirty giggles. (Sound of a slap and dirty giggles) My tongue slowly traces across my lips. I look back at you, challenging you for more. You unzip your fly and release your cock from the confines of trousers. I see your cock for the first time. My breathing stammers when I see what I have longed and ached for. (Sounds of breathlessness) You rub your shiny headed dick across my saturated pussy lips.. ‘I hope that’s for the view. I’m not decent.’ ‘Oh come on,’ he said. ‘It’ll be fun. I thought you liked to play.’ ‘Pass it here,’ she said, walking forward with her hand outstretched. Coffee trickled in the kitchen as she studied it, pressing a few buttons and examining the screen on back. ‘This is pretty nice.’ ‘Isn’t it?’ he asked. ‘I’ve got the manual right here, too.’ He patted his coat pocket. ‘I bought a couple of new memory cards on the way here, and the thing says it’ll be able to hold.