The only thing he would tell you about her is that every day (except weekends, Jake has checked!) at one and the same time (from 13.20 to 13.50) she c...omes to ‘The Nook’, occupies one and the same table near the window, orders a portion of some salad, a cup of cinnamon flavoured tea and a piece of a fruit cake for dessert and spends her time either reading a book or a magazine, writing something in her thick notebook, working on her laptop or just texting messages using her cell. It has been 2.5. I found myself playing with my tits before I let my fingers stroke my wet panties. I stood up and took them off and laid back down, fingering my engorged pussy until I exploded.When I had recovered and dressed I went and made a cuppa and thought as I sipped. Was this what Barry, wanted me to do? Our love life wasn’t the most exciting however I was raised to believe in the sanctity of the marriage vows so I accepted my lot in life.I just couldn’t leave the damn magazine alone and reread it again. We’d eaten and were just drinking a little wine and talking. It was all really comfortable and pleasant and a really great ending to the weekend. And then I stood up.I felt a little cramped and wanted to stretch. It was warm, and I was wearing a peasant blouse and an older summer skirt I had that had an elastic waist. As I stood up my foot caught in the hem of my skirt, and the elastic being not as tight as it was when the skirt was new, my skirt slipped off and fell to the ground as I stood. "You still have four minutes to spare, slave. That's very good, now stand back up and let's take a close look at those legs of yours." I rose and she told me to turn around. "You have very sexy legs slave. They will be extremely attractive when you put stockings on." Then she got up and walked over to her bed, where she displayed some female clothing to me, which she expected me to wear later. I was so involved with her inspection of me that I forgot I was walking in her presence. She.