How could I say no?“For how long?” I asked.“Until you want to keep me company of your own volition.”That struck me as an odd sort of statement.... I assumed that it really meant that I would come by for a period of time, until I didn’t want to anymore. Why would a man of my age be spending two hours of his evening each week in the company of an old lady?What could I say? I shrugged my shoulders and agreed, “Sure. Sounds like fun.” I wasn’t entirely convinced that I believed that (that it would be. .”There were a few seconds of uncomfortable silence before I shot him a cold glare.“Never mind,” he said.I cut my eyes at him. “No, you started this ... finish your thought.”He paused for a moment. I could tell he was trying to choose his words carefully. Then he just abruptly blurted out, “If you develop a work ethic, show up to the set on time, and put a little effort into your craft.”I felt tears forming in my eyes. Unfortunately, everything he’d said was true.“I’ve changed, though,” I. She had more curves, more shape. Her breasts were small, but more than mere bumps on her chest. Her slit was more prominent, not simply an opening with two holes inside. “Show me” he said, and she opened her legs and used her fingers to open herself. The fleshy folds were there, writ small; they would grow and expand in time, but she wouldn’t be a virgin by then. He moved over to where she lay, naked, legs open, fingers holding her firm slit open. Would he simple ram inside and break that seal?. Little had I realised I was dealing with a delicious thirty year-old lady; who not only lived in my home town but was also seriously into bondage for real!Elaine now looked me over with satisfaction, “Now Hugo, how do you feel; are you comfortable?”I felt like a raw steak ready to be grilled, “OK, I guess ... a bit cold actually.” I mumbled awkwardly through the mask.Elaine went to a cupboard and drew out a small blanket and draped it loosely over my naked body.“Okay, there we are; well I guess.