It happened over multiple conversations - all at 6am. How he knew that her boyfriend wouldn't be in her bed next to her she had no idea. But he would ...know. The converstaions were never pushy. He never commanded her to do anything, never raised his voice. It felt like she was being taken and led along a journey. A journey she knew she wanted to undertake but didn't know how. It was just two weeks ago that she finally took the box and disposed of it. Her 'bitch' toys as he called them. The black. My wife whispered in my ear, “Why don’t you go lie down on the couch? I’ll wake you when dinner is ready.”She walked me the short distance to the couch, pushed me down, and tucked a throw pillow under my head. She leaned down to give me another kiss and her breasts hung down enough to touch my chest and then they swung around a little as she teased her own nipples on my body.A few minutes later my daughter bounded into the house. She must have come in through the backdoor. I know that she parks. My wife Anna and I visited my old college recently. It is in a small southern town. I had some alumni business and Anna was along just for fun.Let me tell you something about Anna. She is 5’4’’ tall. She weighs about 140 pounds. She is blonde now greying. She is beautiful at 59-years-old. Her tits are 36c and very sensitive. Her nipples are exquisite. And she has a cute little butt. Her smile will make many men melt into a lump in their pants.Anna loves sex. I know what you are thinking, lucky. As he walks back towards me I hear the clink of metal. He puts a clamp on one of my pussy lips and when his hand moves away I can feel a slight weight tugging down. He then puts one on the other side. "Now I am going out for a minute," he says. "You are to stay in this position. Do you undertand?" "Yes sir," I mumble, slightly disappointed that he's leaving. He slaps my ass hard and says, "Pardon? I didn't hear that." Yes sir," I repeat a little louder for him. He pauses for a minute, and I.