The prospect of Martijn spotting her underwear was enough to burst the bubble. Anja checked the buttons on her blouse, then cursed as she realised tha...t one of them had indeed come undone.She drew her eyes away from the apartments to look down. Just one button; the most he could have seen would have been a little more cleavage than usual. And maybe just a hint of black silk. No, no worries there. In any case, she was sitting behind her desk. She could have had her legs wide open and he’d never. I could feel it all running down my leg! My Mum asked if I was ok and I said I felt a little faint - perhaps a cold coming on.... I couldn’t move In case my orgasm wetness was visible when I got up! Besides I never got to see Mavis this close normally. Usually I just wanked myself silly as often as I could watching her buttocks move around as she brushed the path or dusted whatever. She was so very fit! I stayed where I was nursing my wetness until she left. (By the way, I know now that Mavis. Our guests made themselves comfortable in the lounge whilst Mistress took me upstairs to prepare.Mistress slipped out of her long cream satin dress and changed into her black leather basque and leather boots. I was told to strip naked not even a collar just keeping on my locked anklet.Not having a collar, Mistress attached my leash to my two nipple rings. I was led downstairs dragged by my breasts.In the lounge I was positioned in the centre of the room and told to kneel, the leash released. That created havoc in both of our families. She was just 20 and I were 42 years, already divorced once. All the relations from my side were ended. On her side, she had only her mother. Her father was a bank manager, who fought bravely with armed bank robbers, and during that he lost his life. Her mother, though not happy accepted the marriage.Her mother Ranjana was a nice lady. Mother and daughter were quite identical; mother on a little thinner side, Nalini, my wife little fat. Both had a.