Not until I met Ashleigh did I realize that I wanted to be dominated, not hurt or punished, just total control taken. Ashleigh seemed to sense this fr...om the moment I entered her hotel room. Blond, 5 foot 9, beautiful face, dressed to the 9's with a semi see through blouse revealing very little in reality, a black skirt, just past her knees, stockings and black heels. She waved me into the room and gestured toward the couch.Sitting in a chair beside me Ashleigh began to ask me about my. I would keep an eye on the little meadow and pull out the occasional dandelion, thistle or willowherb, then, twice a year, mow it down and rake off the 'hay'. I had to explain to the cemetery gardener why I didn't want it trimmed every week; the flowers had to mature and seed, or do whatever they were supposed to do in order to return the following year, but he understood and was happy to leave that one grave to me to tend.Time passed, erratically, for me on my own. Our children were married. She pulled up and my shirt was off. I reached down and started fumbling with her skirt, but without seeing what I was doing, I couldn't tell if there was a zipper, a series of buttons or what. She turned around in my arms and let me see what I was doing. Her skirt hit the floor. Her panties were a white thong. I knew she liked having more than just her mouth and pussy filled with my hardening rod and the sight of her slender cheeks finished filling me up. She pressed her bare ass against the. My entire body was tensed up and my stiff erection pressed painfully against my zippered fly as I watched my beautiful blonde wife sliding her little stockinged foot up Devon's inner thigh. Her reinforced nylon toes rubbed in slow circles from his kneecap to the middle of his thigh, and then back down again. On each seductively slow stroke Tammy would curl her toes against his tensed leg muscle after she'd reached her stopping point. My wife would then twist her ankle so that the sole and arch.