.. I mean I did know him, I was even the babysitter once lol... Even though he was only 18 months younger. We stopped, got some beers and headed off t...o familiar stomping grounds. We spent some time chatting about our current lives, he told me about the renovation project he was working on, a 3 story cabin on the river. I asked him if he would show it to me and he said sure. It was very odd, so many of the dirt roads leading down to the river where we had spent so much of our youth were all. “That’s it, Anjali, play with your clit. Keep rubbing while I fuck your ass, that’s it slag, that’s a good girl, keep rubbing”, I ordered, the sound of the bed banging against the wall as I sodomized this married woman on video filling the room. “See, I told you you’d love it, didn’t I? your Master knows what’s good for his sex slave and only wants the best for her, isn’t that right Anjali?”, I questioned. “Yes, yes, please… Oh, oh… God, I… Yes, thank you Master, thank you for… Oh my God… for. And there were still more. The whole wall was a shrine to menand women in age-inappropriate garb. He blinked. "What the heck is this?"Marcus turned to sit down in a rocking chair. To his right was a sewingmachine. "You like? That whole wall is devoted to displaying some of myfavorite past projects. I made them myself, you see." You're... a seamstress?" Nathan turned to look at him, as Marcus rockedback and forth in the chair, slowly.The question made Marcus scowl. "TAILOR. Or Seamster, if. When she thought about it, she looked back at the mirror to see how good she looked. She twerked in the mirror a little as she washed her ass cheeks clap and giggled. She wondered what it would be like if someone watched. She felt naughty."You like this ass?" she said, spanking it.Her hands cupped her huge breasts. She softly cursed. She admired them while lathering them. Her dark sensitive yet huge nipples were already erect. She touched her dark hard nipples.“Ah… mmm…” A suppressed moan came.