Gasping down deep breaths she looked up at him. His cock glistened and he stood up. “That was a good start. Now it's time to really get to work. Sit... on the desk.” When she didn't get up he sighed and rolled his eyes at her. “Now.” His voice was a command that left no room for arguing.Rubbing her aching throat she sat on the edge of the desk Mr. Jackson had vacated. She watched him turn around and push her legs apart with his strong hands. Moving between them he caressed her breasts. He felt. He knew that the RAF did not do too much damage, as they aimed at munitions factories, and marshalling yards, but it was largely psychological so far. but enough to be a nuisance and cause certain shortages. Walking back to her house slowly, her arm tucked in his they soon arrived at her home.The Luftwaffe was not having a lot of success against the RAF during night raids, as night fighting was completely new to them, and they had to watch that they were not caught by their own flak, there. Which is how I came to be in my present situation - I am sitting on a padded red leather chair in the corner of our marital bedroom, my perfectly shaved legs bound by leather ankle-binders to the chair legs. My feet are encased in tight-fitting black-leather ballet boots, and my legs are covered in sheer pink lace-topped thigh-high stockings. They have a seam up the back of the legs, which I just love. The stockings are kept up by the pink lace straps of the suspender-belt which is made from. I was concerned I had gone too far but Mike put out his hand and pressed it lightly onto my chest, feeling my heart beat. He then followed my lead and slowly traced his hand down my chest towards my boxers. My erection was now rock hard, and after many nights at home masturbating whilst thinking of Mike, couldn’t believe that he was about to touch my cock.As our hands traced across each others stiff cocks straining against our boxers, I turned my body to be more face to face with him. I slid my.