I thought she was an amazing woman, and told her so, and was pleased at her reply as she told me that she loved older men and also tall men. As I am 6...ft 4, and then was 52, I was naturally flattered, but hoped that our initial friendship might lead to something more. The next day I had arranged to take her to dinner, so after work in my company’s local office, I arrived and she let me in to her apartment. She was wearing a silk dress, with very narrow straps, which clung to her body, leaving. And being an excellent dom, that information was something I was going to use at a later time.Then came the night that she would never forget… and would make her love and hate me at the same time. I invited her to my place for dinner. I made Chicken Picatta over linguini… yeah, I’m that good… and we shared a couple of bottles of wine. When dinner was done I cleared the table, then I told her to sit quietly while I went back to my bedroom.After a few minutes I returned with a dog collar and. The shoes too proved a trial buteventually he managed. Once again he paraded the entire outfit before themirror and was entranced by what he saw. In his eyes he had become thevery model of an elderly lady in a fashionably elegant outfit. Lookingclosely he thought he detected facial wrinkles appropriate to the age hehad assumed. Also, his mouth felt strange and when he inspected his teethhe found they were improbably white and suddenly. realised they weredentures! He reached up to check his wig. So i kissed softly and looked her in the eye and said i love you too which is a half truth i love her like a little sister but not in the way she took it but eventually ill talk to her proper about her confused view of our little encounter but ill cross that bridge when i come to it. She looked so innocent sitting there tears welling up teenage emotions i really hate that, so i took her by the hand and we went to my car.I was planning on dropping her off at her house since i know she doesn't.