I accepted to help her mom.While working we two were fully covered with sweat. That day she wore a white transparent colour salwar with a blue blouse ...and the sweat running over her boobs were clearly visible to my eyes as she wiped the sweat with her handkerchief in between I never missed the chance to take a glance.I am getting horny and I had a erection in my pants which I tried to normalize. She was observing all of my deeds but pretending as if didn't saw anything.We took a break from work. She was d****d in a kimono, about mid-thigh. I simply had a pair of lounging pants and a t-shirt on. In she came, and she made a direct lunge for the bed. I assumed we'd sit in separate chairs, but she had other ideas. I opened the wine bottle, poured two glasses, and joined her on the bed.She first sat in a semi-reclining position, and I sat with legs crossed while facing her. I had inadvertently not buttoned the fly of the loungers, but didn't notice. She noticed, and teased me about my. The Monday afternoon following a restless Sunday spent mulling over the call during the night, Willow sat wearily and distracted in her office cubicle, her head propped up by her hand with her elbow on the desktop. She didn’t know how long she had been staring at the spreadsheet on the monitor, but the figures had all blended together till they were just a mass of pulsing pixels on the screen. It was as if she was trying to make sense of them, figure out what the indistinct images meant to her. I divorced Mike three years ago, my childhood sweetheart, before becoming my spouse. We had a sexually fulfilling marriage, dominated by my obsession with the cane and Mike's love of fucking my arse.We gradually drifted apart until Mike found true love, so he told me with his nineteen-year-old trainee!!I am a thirty-five-year-old blue-eyed blond, a bisexual sex-mad nymphomaniac with a rampant corporal punishment fetish that I like to enjoy as often as possible.My friends tell me I am a.