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Hannah and Sara - A Walk In The Park
BY JYM

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- JYM - gj@sprynet.com

- Part 1


My name is Hannah Jensen and I'm a happily married
woman. Very happily married. I'm thirty-one years old, have a 13
month old daughter named Sarah, and a wonderful husband, Jim,
who's a CPA. We've been married for six years and it's been
wonderful. Jim is the classic 'tall, dark and handsome' man that
every girl dreams about. Don't get me wrong, we've had our
problems, but for the most part it's been wonderful

The only rough stretch came during the first six months
after Sarah's birth. I couldn't seem to rekindle any interest in
sex and Jim suffered through it without a murmur. I worked hard
and got back into shape and did my best, but sex just didn't
appeal to me. It wasn't that I was scared of getting pregnant
again (Sarah's birth was very difficult), but..... I was just
reluctant.

Sarah was just six months old when we went for a walk in
the park. We live in a nice suburb that borders a big park with
a world famous rose garden that's over 100 years old. I love to
put Sarah in her carriage when the weather is good and walk
through the park with her. I know she'll love the flowers when
she's older. This particular day was a very hot day in July, a
week or so after the 4th. The sun was shining, the sky was
cloudless, and it was very humid.

When we left the house I was wearing a rather baggy,
loose fitting sleeveless cotton top, a short denim skirt, and
sandals. I was back in shape and proud of it. I'm not beautiful,
but I am fairly attractive. I'm 5'8" tall, usually weigh around
125 pounds, and I have a nice figure (34c-25-35). My legs are my
best feature - they're long and sleek and nicely curved and my
thighs are smooth and firm. I'm proud of them and like to show
them off. As for the rest, I have brown hair, worn very short
now, brown eyes, and a smooth olive-tan complexion.

We crossed the street into the park and went up the path
to the rose garden. Sarah was content to suck on her pacifier
and wave her little hands around. I walked slowly to give me
time to admire the flowers and to avoid getting sweaty. It was
hot and I knew I couldn't keep Sarah out too long - but there
were shady spots where I could park the carriage and take a
break out of the sun.

After a few minutes I turned away from the rose garden
and crossed the grass to the new rock garden that had been put
in over the past two seasons. It was shady there and much
cooler. I was crouching to examine a plant I'd never seen before
when I heard the click and whir of a motorized camera. I glanced
up and saw a very attractive young woman taking pictures a few
feet down the path. She glanced over and smiled and I smiled
back.

She had a Nikon camera, with a macro zoom lens, set on a
sturdy professional tripod. My husband and I dabble in
photography (he'd hate it if he knew I said dabble - he's
serious about it) so I knew that I was looking at a professional
setup. The woman looked to be no more than 18 or 19 but I knew
she had to be older. She was a redhead and I was surprised at
how tanned she was. Her thick red hair was pulled back into a
French braid that hung almost to her waist. She was wearing
denim shorts, a tank top, and was barefoot. Her arms and legs
were smoothly muscled and I guessed she worked out regularly.

She took a couple of more shots and then straightened up
and walked over and bent over the carriage. She smiled at Sarah
and glanced up to ask me how old she was. I saw that her eyes
were a deep green, a shade I'd never seen before. "Six months,
her name is Sarah." My voice sounded strange to me and I
wondered if I was catching a summer cold.

The redhead grinned and said, "My name is Sara - without
an 'h'. Your Sarah is very pretty."

"So are you!" As soon as the words were out of my mouth
I found myself wondering why I'd said that. It was true of
course, but still....

She blushed and said, "Thank you, you're very kind."

Desperate to change the subject, I asked about the
pictures she was taking. She told me that she was a professional
photographer and was working on a book about public gardens in
the United States. We chatted for a while and I found myself
fascinated by her descriptions of the gardens she'd visited and
photographed and the characters she'd met while doing so.

She had a wedding ring on and I asked how her husband
dealt with all her traveling. She blushed again and admitted
that she wasn't married, she just wore the ring as a way to
discourage unwanted attention. We talked for a few more minutes
and then she asked me if I'd mind posing for her. I hesitated
and then let her talk me into it. I wanted to pose, but didn't
want to seem too eager.

She moved her tripod and replaced the macro zoom with a
105mm telephoto. I posed in front of the rock garden, moving and
changing position as she directed. I found that I enjoyed posing
very much. She kept up a steady stream of encouragement,
directions, flattery, and just plain chatter.

She stopped at one point to change film and I changed
Sarah's diaper while she was busy. Then she posed me crouching
in front of an ornamental grass plant, a big purple specimen
that I wished I had in my garden. I was facing the camera at a
45 degree angle and she directed me to pull my skirt back a
little to show more of my 'long beautiful legs' as she put it. I
tugged it up a little and then a little more. She moved a little
and asked me to open my knees slightly - I knew she was going to
get a revealing shot of my inner thighs, but I didn't mind.

She finished the roll very quickly and I learned a
little about what it was like to model for a professional
photographer - it was mostly a matter of taking directions,
something I've always done well. She had me take my sandals off
for the third or fourth shot, then kneel with my skirt up high
to show my thighs. A later pose had me roll my top up from the
waist to show my bare midriff. I quite enjoyed posing and was
disappointed when the second roll of film was finished.

Sara told me she'd develop and print the pictures
overnight and would have them ready the next day. She offered to
meet me in the park and give me a set of prints. I hesitated for
a moment and then suggested that she bring them to the house in
the morning. "My mother is taking Sarah for the day so I can
work in the yard. You're welcome to come over for breakfast and
I'll show you my garden." I held my breath while I waited for
her to answer. I didn't know why, but it was suddenly very
important that she accept my invitation.

It was her turn to hesitate. Then she smiled and said,
"I was planning to check out of my motel and leave in the
morning after dropping off the prints, but I guess I could stay
over and spend the day visiting. Maybe I can get some pictures
of your garden for my book. She gave me the address of the motel
and the phone number so I could call if anything came up. Then
we walked to the parking lot and she packed her stuff in her van
and followed me home, irking a few drivers who didn't like her
slow pace.

She pulled into the driveway and we chatted for a few
minutes. She wrote down the address and I gave her the number of
my cell phone. Then it was time for me to take Sarah in for
lunch and time for Sara to go. She held her hand out and we
shook. Then, holding my hand tightly, she pulled me forward
until I was pressed against the door of the van. We stared at
each other for a moment and then she kissed me on the mouth. It
was strange kissing another woman - strange and different,
softer, more intimate, more erotic than kissing a man. I was
stunned. I leaned againt the door and let her tongue probe deep
into my mouth.

The kiss ended, finally, and I stepped back, dazed. I
stared at her for a moment and she smiled and whispered, "Bye.
Call me if you change your mind about tomorrow." Then she put
the van in gear and backed out of the driveway. I stood there
and watched her drive down the street and turn the corner. Then
I took Sarah inside and fixed lunch for both of us. The rest of
the day passed in a kind of a blur. I couldn't forget the kiss.
Nor could I forget how much I had enjoyed modelling for Sara.
And I couldn't forget her strange green eyes.

That night seemed to last forever. My husband got home
late and was preoccupied with some problems one of his clients
was having. I went to bed at 10 p.m. and had trouble falling
asleep. Then I woke up at 2:00 a.m. and had trouble getting back
to sleep. I went downstairs and walked in the yard, wearing only
the man's undershirt that I use for a nightshirt. It's an XL and
fits me like a short dress - to mid-thigh. The armholes are huge
and revealing and it's been washed so many times that it fits me
like a glove and the material is very thin. It's my favorite
thing to wear to bed, but that night it felt stifling even
though the temperature at 2:00 a.m. was only 70 degrees. I
turned the hose on and let a stream of cold water wash over me.
My nipples hardened and then I was shivering. I went inside and
dried off and went back to bed nude.

I was up at 6:00 and took Sarah over to my mother's
house at 7:00. I was home and showered by 8:00. Then I tried to
decide what to wear. I finally decided on plain
work-in-the-garden casual - an old pair of faded denim cutoffs,
a sleeveless denim shirt - old, faded, and soft, plain cotton
underwear (Hanes), white cotton socks and workboots. I took a
long look in the mirror and decided that the cutoffs weren't
short enough. I took them off and cut another 2" off each leg
and then made a little slit in each side next to the seam. Much
better, much sexier.

Sara arrived at 9:00, wearing linen shorts and a
sleeveless top cropped just below her bust. She looked very
sexy. I poured her a cup of coffee while she spread the prints
out on the dining room table. I was stunned when I saw them.
They were black and white, developed and printed in a portable
darkroom in the bathroom of her motel room, but they were great!
I looked.... professional, sexy, beautiful, mysterious. I looked
at each one several times. It wasn't vanity - I was just stunned
at how good she made me look.

I asked her how she'd done it and she grinned, "Magic,
it's magic! But seriously, there are just some people that the
camera loves - photogenic some call it, but I call it love, and
you happen to be one of them. People like you always look great
in pictures. You should see some of the top models in person -
you wouldn't give them a second glance. But the camera loves
them and they look great on film. If you were a few years
younger....."

Her voice trailed off and I shrugged. "That's okay. I'm
31 and I'm happy with my life."

Sara nodded. "I can see that. You ooze contentment, but
I sense a slight discord. And yesterday you did seem to
respond...."

I shook my head. "Not now, please. Let's go look at my
gardens." I turned and started toward the kitchen and the back
door. Sara grabbed her cameras and followed. I stepped out onto
the deck and held the door for her, enjoying her gasp of
surprise as she got her first glimpse of our backyard. Most
people react like that.

Our house is set on a lot that measures 400' wide by
800' deep. Originally part of a 15 acre parcel owned by the
city, and intended to be part of the park, it had been cut off
from the park when the adjoining town, in which the land lay,
insisted on putting a road through. The road I live on. So the
15 acres was never developed and the land our house was on was
sold to a prominent politican who built the house in the early
1930s. We bought it three years ago. The rest of the parcel is
used by the park for various purposes. There is a small
greenhouse, a maintainence shed, and quite a number of
experimental plots. A lot of it is quite overgrown. Our land is
completely surrounded by an 8' stockade fence that the city put
in and maintains. So our yard is very private.

And very beautiful. We have a two-level deck on the back
of the house with exits onto the upper level from the back
bedrooms. Stairs lead down to the lowerlevel which has an exits
onto it from the kitchen and diningroom. Then another set of
stairs lead down to the ground level where there is a bluestone
patio surrounding an inground pool and spa. To the left is a
three-car garage with a small apartment on the second floor. The
pool is surrounded by a 4' wrought iron fence. Beyond the pool
is a big stretch of lawn.

The land slopes upward starting about 120' behind the
house. This is where I've put my gardens. Over the past two
years I've created a series of terraces for my rock garden. In
the far back corner, on the right, there is a huge boulder that
was left when the house was built. It's about 9' in diameter and
must weight 7 or 8 tons. It's just inside the fence and is the
focal point of my garden. I've got 4 levels of terraces that
I've dug by hand. I've had some smaller boulders brought in -
2'-4' in diameter and weighing 500-1,000 pounds. I've got them
scattered around the various levels and now I'm filling in with
smaller rocks and crushed stone. I've started planting on the
upper two levels and I'm currently working on putting in a form
for a water garden on the lowest level. I've had water and
electricity run out there and I'm working on the hole.

Sara glanced at me with a delighted smile on her face
and then skipped down the stairs and ran across the lawn to the
garden. I followed at a slower pace, enjoying her enthusiasm.
She headed back to the garden and began snapping pictures. As I
approached, she turned and snapped a few of me. "Oh, Hannah!"
She exclaimed, "I love it! I want to document the rest of your
work!"

I smiled and told her that she was welcome anytime. I
watched her as she shot a full roll of film. "Just preliminary
shots, I want to have them so I can plan. Can I shoot you as you
work?"

"Of course, I'd love it. My mom takes Sarah two days a
week and Jim is here on weekends to watch her."

She turned and looked back at the house and noticed the
balcony on the back of the garage - and the skylights. "What's
up there?"

I explained how the original owner's wife (the
politican) had artisitic ambtions and he'd build an apartment
onto the second level of the garage for her to use as a studio.
"We had plans to renovate when we first bought the house. We
thought we'd rent it out and the income would be a nice cushion."

Sara nodded. "What happened?"

"Well, we were caught in a kind of Catch-22 situation.
We needed the income but didn't have the money for the
renovations. Then my grandmother died and left me some money.
Quite a lot of money actually, and we didn't need the income
anymore so we never renovated the apartment."

Sara grinned. "Can I look at it?"

"Of course. But I have to warn you. It's pretty grim."

She grabbed my hand and tugged. "Come on, please! I want
to see it."

I let her lead me back up the yard to the house. She
went out to her van to get her equipment bag and I went inside
to get the keys to the apartment. When I came back out she was
just setting her bag down on the deck. She was very excited as
we climbed the stairs to the door. I expected her to be
disappointed when I finally got the door opened and ushered her
inside, but she was delighted. The place was a real mess, but
she saw the possibilities - like I'd seen them for a garden in
what had been an overgrown yard.

The garage apartment is basically two big rooms. A
combination kitchen/living room and a bedroom/studio. There is a
bathroom and a small room for storage. The total area is about
25' x 35' as the garage is really a 3 car garage with a storage
area. Sara walked around and nodded occasionally, whispering to
herself. Once she lifted her hand to point at something on the
ceiling, a water spot, and her top lifted, baring her small,
pert breasts. It was .... enchanting.

She caught me looking and grinned. "Do you like them?"

I felt myself blushing and stammered, "YYYYes, they're
pretty." What a stupid comment I thought to myself immediately
afterward. Then I stamped my foot in mock anger and said, "Don't
do that - don't make me blush like that. I hate it."

She grinned and said, "Then you don't want me to take my
top off?"

I blushed again and turned away.

She laughed. "I heard you. What was that you muttered
under your breath."

I glanced over my should, my face still flaming. "Bitch.
That's what I said." And I said, "Yes."

She smiled, a sweet gentle smile that lit up her face
like a thousand watt bulb. "Really?"

I nodded. "Yes, really." And wondered what the hell I
was doing.

She slipped her top off and tucked it into the waistband
of her shorts. I tried not to stare at her but her bare breasts
were so pretty. They're small, maybe a b-cup, perfectly conical
in shape, and tipped with hard little pink nipples. Which
instantly came erect.

She looked at me looking at her and grinned again. "Now
you."

I nodded and slowly unbuttoned my shirt. I slipped it
off and looked for a place to put it, but there wasn't a spot
that was free of dust. I turned and opened the door and draped
my shirt over the railing. Then I turned back and looked
straight at Sara as I reached back to unhook my bra. When I
eased it off my breasts bounced gently and Sara took a deep
breath. "God," she whispered, "You have beautiful tits. I wish
mine were bigger." I tossed my bra on top of my shirt and
stepped back into the room. It felt deliciously wicked to be
topless in the presence of another woman, an almost total
stranger.

We walked around the apartment and Sara pointed out
things that could be done. Then she said she wanted to talk
seriously about leasing the place. We went back to the house and
I poured coffee for us and we went out onto the deck. Sara made
her pitch. She said she'd do the renovations herself, except for
the plumbing, if I'd pay for the material and then lease her the
place for a year with an option for a second year at an increase
of no more than 10%. I was hesitant, but she convinced me that
she could do the work. She grew up with five older brothers, the
only daughter, and her father was a carpenter. One of her
brothers is an electrican. She told me she could do the
carpentry and the electrical work - we'd just need to have it
inspected. And we'd have to find a plumber. Preferably a woman
plumber.

We talked money and she agreed to do a detailed estimate
of material costs. We argued about the amount of the lease and
came to an agreement. She dragged her equipment bag over to the
table and pulled out a pad and pencil. Something else fell out,
something that looked like a rubber ball, but had black nylon
straps attached to it. She picked it up quickly and went to
stuff it back into the bag. I asked her what it was. This time
it was her turn to blush and I giggled as a wave of red moved
down over her chest. She said something too low for me to catch
and I asked her to repeat it.

"Bitch. I said bitch." Then she grinned. "It's a ball
gag." I must have look puzzled because she shook her head and
continued, "It's a gag. I'm into mild b&d. Does that shock you?"

"A little," I admitted. "But I'm also curious."

She pulled the ball gag out of the bag again and set it
on the table. Then she pulled out some additional items, naming
each as she set it down.

"Wrist cuffs." Leather straps like little belts with
rings and a place for a small padlock.

"Ankle cuffs." Pretty much the same except slight larger.

"Nipple Clips." Small metal clips with padded jaws and
strong springs. I shivered when I saw them.

"Chains." A set of short chains with very fine links and
spring clips on each end.

"Dildo." A realistic penis made of rubber - about 8"
long and thick.

"Butt Plug." A black plastic device that had a flared
base.

"Another Dildo." This one attached to a pair of black
nylon panties.

"Vibrator." A big one with a black switch on the base.

"Penis Gag." Another realistic penis about 5" long and
thick, with straps.

"Anal Vibrator." Thinner and not as long as the other
one.

"More clips." Small metal clips some with padded jaws
and some with sawtooth jaws.

When she was done she sat back and looked at me. "Well,
are you too shocked? Should I pack up and leave?"

I glanced from her to her collection and then back
again. "No." My voice was a whisper. "Please don't leave."

She stared at me in silence for a moment and then
nodded. She picked up the wrist cuffs and asked if I wanted to
try them on. I hesitated and then nodded. "Yes, I would." My
voice still a whisper.

She got up and came around the table. I held out my
hands while she attached the cuffs. The she had me stand up and
bring my wrists around behind my back. When I did, she used a
spring clip to fasten the cuffs together. I was helpless. And
shocked at how excited I was.

Sara watched me try to free myself and smiled when I
gave up. "Scared?"

I admitted that I was. She asked if I wanted her to take
them off. I hesitated and then whispered, "Not if you don't want
to."

She grinned. Then she picked up a pair of nipple clamps
and ran her fingers over my nipples until they were erect and
hard. I closed my eyes and moaned as she fastened the clamps to
my nipples. The pain was intense, but bearable. And made me very
wet.

She watched me for a minute and then informed me that
she was going to strip me. I shook my head. "No, please don't."

"Do you want me to gag you?" She waited for me to answer.

"No."

"Then be a good girl." She unsnapped my shorts and eased
them down over my hips. Then she knelt to work them off over my
workboots. She folded them neatly and placed them over the back
of my chair. Still kneeling, she reached up and pulled my
panties down. I lifted each foot in turn and she worked them off
over my boots. Then she glanced up and asked if I wanted my
workboots on or off. I thought about it for a moment. "Off. I
want to be entirely nude."

She untied my boots and took them off. But she insisted
on leaving my socks on. "Looks sexier," she explained. Then she
reached up and ran the back of her hand over my thick pubic
bush. "This will have to go." I nodded.

She stood up and looked me over carefully, motioning me
to turn. "Slowly, I want to study your body." I turned slowly,
my eyes closed. I had never been so excited. The pain in my
nipples was delicious.

After a minute or two, she told me I could stop. "You
have an incredibly beautiful body. I want to photograph you
extensively. I want you to work nude in the garden. Will you?"

I opened my eyes and found I was facing away from her. I
turned and told her that I'd think about it. She stepped close
and removed the nipple clips. I sighed as the pain vanished.
Then she unsnapped the spring clip and freed my wrists. I stood
there, hands at my sides, and waited.

She sat down and looked up at me. "Decision time." She
reached up suddenly and slipped a hand between my legs. Her
fingers came away wet. She licked them delicately, like a cat
licks its paw. "You're very wet and very tasty." She looked up
at me and smiled. "Where do we go from here?"

I shook my head. "I don't know," I answered truthfully.
"I just don't know."

"Do you want me to leave?" She waited patiently while I
thought it over.

"No, I don't."

"You were, are, obviously turned on. Why?"

"You. You turn me on. And so do these things." I
gestured at the bondage toys spread across the table. "And so
does the pain," I whispered. "The delicious pain."

She kicked her sandals off and stretched her bare feet
out in front of her. "You have to make a decision. Right now. We
can go ahead or we can stop and remain just friends. If you want
to go ahead then your place is on your knees for I mean to have
you as my slave. My nude personal slave. I want you on your
belly, licking my feet and acknowledging your slavery."

I took a deep breath and looked out across the yard.
Then I looked back at Sara. Small, slim, beautiful Sara with her
pretty legs and pert little tits. And her wide, smiling mouth. I
dropped to my knees and then down onto my belly. I kissed each
of her small, pretty feet and then licked them in submission.
She sighed with pleasure. Then she leaned over and fastened the
cuffs together behind my back. I was a slave.


- Part 2

Sara let me lick her feet for several minutes. Then she
said, "Enough." Her tone was commanding and I stopped instantly.
She snapped her fingers and ordered me up onto my knees. I
rolled onto my back and sat up. The I eased myself up onto my
knees. She told me the proper position was with my ankles
crossed and my knees spread as far apart as I could. I adjusted
my position instantly.

Then Sara stared down at me in silence for a long
minute. "Hannah, are you sure about this? I don't want you to do
it if you aren't. And I don't want it to interfere with our
other arrangements." She gestured at the garage to make sure I
knew which arrangements she was referring to.

I thought about it for a moment, my eyes fixed on her
small feet. Feet I had just spent five minutes licking. Then I
glanced up at her and said, "Yes, I'm sure. I want this. Need
it."

She nodded slowly. "Why? Explain it to me?"

"Okay, I'll try. Since Sarah was born I have been
terrified of having sex with Jim. He's fucked me exactly three
times in 13 months. The last time was almost four months ago. He
hasn't come near me since. I thought I'd never feel anything
again. Then when you kissed me yesterday.... well, I felt
something. The old familiar tingle between my legs. And then
today, when I caught a glimpse of your bare tits I felt it
again. But when that ballgag rolled out of your bag.... Wow. I
really felt it. It scares me. I may be making a major mistake.
But I want you here. I want you do use me as you wish.
Photograph me. Turn me into your sex slave. Anything you want.
And then maybe I can fuck Jim again. The way he wants. The way I
want."

Sara grinned. Her whole face came alive. "Shall we sign
two leases?" And she laughed, reaching down to cup my tits and
squeeze them gently. I turned my face up for a kiss. "You don't
need a lease on me," I murmurred. "You own me. For as long as
you want."

And so on that hot humid July morning I became Sara
Louise Hunter's personal sex slave. And landlady.

She took me down onto the lawn and put me on my knees.
Then she gagged me and put clips on my nipples and labia. And
she photographed me while I knelt there and whimpered from the
pain in my tits and between my legs. After a while she removed
the gag and continued to photograph me while I whimpered and
begged for mercy. The more it hurt, the more I begged, the more
excited I became.

She went to change film and came back with a riding
crop. I stared at her and whispered, "Yes, oh please. Whip me.
Hurt me."

She took my shoulders and eased me forward until my head
and chest were on the ground and my ass was elevated nicely for
the whip. And she leaned over and whipped me on the ass. Fifteen
hard strokes while I sobbed and begged for mercy. Mercy that I
didn't really want and didn't get.

After fifteen hard strokes my ass was burning. She
lifted me back to my knees and kissed the tears streaming down
my face. She went back to the deck and returned wearing the
panties with the attached dildo. She put me back down in the
same position and knelt behind me. I was very wet and the dildo
slid in easily. I took a deep breath and moaned with pleasure as
she fucked me hard. A few dozen strokes and I had a fantastic
orgasm! She continued to fuck me and I had another. And another.
Then she withdrew and I whimpered with disappointment. A few
seconds later I felt her spread my buttocks and press the head
of the dildo against my anus.

I turned my head and tried to look back up at her. She
pushed a little and I moaned. "Do you want it? Have you ever
been ass-fucked?"

"No, I've never been fucked there." I hesitated. Then I
pushed back against the dildo and she chuckled. And thrust her
hips forward in one strong, smooth stroke that drove the dildo
into my virgin ass. I took a deep breath and screamed with
pleasure. "Oh! God! Yes! Fuck my ass hard. Please."

Sara grasped my hips and fucked me hard and deep. I
moaned as she drove the dildo in and out of my tight asshole.
Then she reached around and grabbed my tits. She found the clips
and squeezed them hard. Pain shot through my nipples. I bucked
under her and screamed, this time in agony. "Oh shit! Yes! Hurt
me! Hurt me! Hurt me!" She she found my clit and rubbed it with
knowing fingers. I climaxed again, bucking under her and
screaming with pleasure/pain.

After I calmed down, she removed everything and helped
me to my feet. We walked up to the pool and jumped in. We swam
for an hour, enjoying the feel of the cool water on our nude
bodies. During the swim we stopped frequently to kiss and fondle
each other. She brought me off with her tongue and taught me how
to do her with mine. I loved the taste of her pussy and couldn't
get enough. And I licked her tightly puckered little anus and
loved it!

By then it was almost 11:30 and I heard my cell phone
ring. It was laying on the table by the pool and I hopped out to
answer. It was Jim. He wanted to tell me that a problem had come
up and he was flying to Chicago, in fact was calling from the
airport. Said he'd try to get a flight back late, but expected
he'd probably have to stay over. I told him I'd miss him and had
some news for him. He told me he'd miss me too. "I love you," he
whispered and then he had to go.

I turned back to the pool and Sara was sitting on the
far side with a concerned look on her face. I put the phone down
and dove in, swimming underwater to the far side. I came up in
front of her and held the wall on either side of her. I kissed
her pretty knees and told her that Jim would be out of town. She
smiled and asked if I was happy about it or sad. "A combination,
I think. Happy that we can have more time, sad that he won't be
home tonight so I can show him what you've done for me. Turned
me back on. Literally. Thank you."

She grinned and ruffled my hair. "No problem. Any time."
She pushed me back gently with one foot and slipped into the
water. We hugged, rubbing our bodies together and I rested my
chin on her shoulder. "Would you be upset if I said I love you?"

She shook her head. "No, I wouldn't. Do you?"

I leaned back and stared into her eyes. "Yes, Sara
Louise, I love you."

She kissed the tip of my nose. "Good, because I love
you, too. Now how about some lunch? I'm starving!"

I laughed and climbed out of the water, reaching back to
help her. She grabbed my hand and I lifted her out of the pool
in one smooth motion. She's only 5'3" and maybe 110 pounds and
it was no strain to lift her. She was surprised and impressed. I
pointed at the garden. "I've been digging and lifting and
hauling for two years. I've developed some muscles."

We squeezed the water out of our hair and climbed the
steps to the lower deck. I went in through the basement door and
grabbed two towels from the pile I keep on a table just inside
the door. I threw one to Sara and we climbed up to the upper
deck and dried off. I loved looking at her body and told her so.
She grinned and put her underpants down. "Okay, we'll stay nude
if you prefer."

We went inside and rummaged through the refrigerator,
finally settling on Tuna sandwiches with a salad. And lemonade.
Sara made the salad while I mixed the Tuna with lemon juice,
chopped green pepper, chopped onions, and a pinch of Basil. I
made big sandwiches on Beefsteak Rye and Sara protested that
she'd never finish hers. But she devoured every crumb and looked
hopefully at the last quarter of my sandwich. I groaned in mock
dismay and pushed my plate across the table. She grinned happily
and dug in.

As she was finishing up, I casually mentioned that my
mother had been bugging me to leave Sarah overnight sometime.
Sara glanced up. "Really? Do you want to....." Her voice trailed
off. I nodded. I ran down and got the cell phone and called mom.
She was delighted when I asked if she could keep Sarah
overnight. I told her that Jim was out of town and I had a
girlfriend over and wanted to spend some time with her. Mom told
me to enjoy myself and got off the phone as soon as she could,
before I changed my mind.

When I put the phone down Sara snapped her fingers and I
dropped to my knees in front of her. I kissed her right knee and
waited to see what would happen next. She leaned back and told
me I could sit back on my heels. I did so and then she lifted
her feet and placed them on my thighs, just above my knees. I
took her left foot in both hands and lifted it so that I could
massage it. She closed her eyes and moaned with pleasure as I
worked on her foot. When I finished the left one, I did the
right one.

When I was done she opened her eyes and smiled lazily.
"How can I whip you after that? Maybe we should wax your pussy
instead. Ok?"

I nodded. "But why are you asking me? I'm your slave."

"Good point." She leaned forward and slapped me lightly.
"Get you ass going and get dressed. We'll go buy a waxing kit.
Wear a short skirt, a little top, and sandals. Nothing else. Now
go."

I nodded and jumped to my feet. I ran upstairs and dried
my hair with the blowdryer. Sara followed lesiurely and used it
when I was done. Then I pulled out some things and showed them
to her. She chose the denim skirt I'd worn the day before and a
little blue cotton top. I slipped them on and she nodded in
approval. We did our makeup and then she went downstairs and
picked her clothes up from the deck. I watched her dress with
mixed feelings. God, I loved seeing her nude.

On the way to a drugstore in her van she brought up the
subject of the lease on the garage. "Will you have to get Jim's
agreement?"

She was stroking my left thigh, my skirt pushed high,
and I was finding it hard to concentrate. "No, the house is in
my name." I glanced at her and grinned slyly. "He did it for
business reasons. So nobody could come after it if they sued the
partners and won. Besides, most of the money we have in the
house came from my inheritance."

We pulled into the parking lot at the drugstore and I
looked around quickly to see if there were any familiar cars.
She noticed and said, "Don't worry, I'll behave. The last thing
I want to do is embarass you or endanger your marriage."

I sighed with relief and whispered, "Thank you. I love
you so much!"

Once inside the drugstore we hurried to the cosmetic
counter and spoke to the teenaged girl working there. She showed
us where the waxing kits were shelved, but most of them were the
kind with the pre-waxed strips, suitable for doing your legs,
but not for your bikini area. At least that what Sara said. The
girl nodded. "Yes, you need the hot wax kit. And then you need
some cheesecloth. We have a couple under the counter. They don't
sell too well these days." She found them and we took both. Then
we found a package of cheesecloth over near the car polish.

We made a couple of more stops while we were out. A
hardware store, where we got a lot of attention, and a
wholesaler that carried all kinds of supplies for hair salons.
Sara bought some scissiors and a set of electric hair clippers.
I didn't need to ask what she needed them for, but I was in for
a surprise. Once back at the house, out on the back deck, she
had me strip and sit on one of the kitchen stools she brought
out. Then she told me she was going to give me a haircut before
waxing my pubic area. I looked over my shoulder and she laughed.
"Don't look so skeptical. I trained as a hairdresser before I
quit and went to school to learn photography. I'm going to cut
your hair short, much shorter than it is now."

I turned and gazed out over the garden and she went to
work. She cut my hair very short, no longer than 2" anywhere,
and used the clipper to clean the hair off the back of my neck.
When she was done I went inside and stood in front of the
mirror. I was astonished at how great my hair looked that short.
She had me washe my hair in the kitchen sink when I returned.
Then Sara was rummaged through the refrigerator until she found
what she was looking for, a lemon, and cut it in half. Then she
had me sit in the sun and she squeezed lemon juice in my wet
hair. She told me that it would give me sexy blonde streaks in
my light brown hair.

She had me sit in one of the chairs from the patio set,
with my feet up on the railing and spread wide. Then she had me
scoot forward until my butt was on the edge of the chair. This
allowed her to crouch in front of me and clip the hair on my
pubic mound while the sun worked on my hair. Later, she had me
stretch out on my back while she carefully placed strips of
cheesecloth over my pubic mound and carefully ladled warm melted
wax onto them. "Don't move," she warned, "I don't want to burn
you."

I stayed very quiet. She rubbed my belly gently while
the wax dried. Then she grabbed the end of one of the strips of
cloth and said, "You may scream." Then she ripped it off. I did
scream. She ripped the other strip off before I had a chance to
think. After a quick check she told me it would take two more to
do the job. At least two. Actually it took four. And then she
rubbed in a liberal amount of Jergen's lotion to soothe my skin.
I was as smooth and as bare as when I'd been when I was 11. I
went inside and looked in the mirror. "So very sexy," I thought.
I hoped Jim felt the same when he saw me.

Sara came in while I was staring at myself in the
mirror. "What do you think," she asked? There was a slight note
of uncertainty in her voice.

I looked over at her and said, "I think it's great! I
love the way I look. But you sounded tentative when you asked?
Is that any way to question your slave?"

Sara sighed. "You may be my slave and I may beat your
ass from time to time, but I care about you. I want you to be
happy. In fact, your happiness is the most important thing to
me." I was impressed by her obvious sincerity and I walked over
and dropped to my knees in front of her. She ran her hand
through my hair and I sighed with pleasure. Then I reached and
took her hand in mine and kissed it. "Sara, I'll be your slave
for as long as you want me. It's amazing, but in only two days
you've become one of the most important people in my life."

Then she cuffed me on the shoulder and told me to go
take a shower. We were going out to dinner and then dancing. I
glanced at her in alarm and she grinned. "Don't worry, I'm
taking you to this quiet little lesbian club across the river."

I showered and shaved my legs. Then Sara showered and we
took turns drying each other's hair. Mine took about 2 minutes.
Hers maybe 3. Then we chose our outfits for the evening. She had
to run out to the garage and get some clothes out of her van.
She wore a little green dress almost the same shade as her eyes.
Black patterned stockings - thigh highs, black heels. A jade
necklace and matching earrings. She looked stunning when she was
finished.

I agonized and finally chose a little black sleeveless
dress. I was going to wear black stockings, but Sara insisted
that I wear white thigh highs. A sexy pair of thong-style
panties in white silk and a pair of black pumps completed my
outfit. Jewelery was limited to a single strand of artifical
pearls and matching earrings.

I called my mom and talked to her for a while, then
'talked' to Sarah. I told mom to call me on the cell phone if
she needed me and she told me that she'd raised children herself
and hadn't forgotten how it went. I took the hint and told her
I'd call in the morning.

The restaurant where we ate was one of the best in the
city. Very hard to get reservations, but Sara knew someone and
we were welcomed warmly. Dinner was superb and the wine was
perfect. I had a filet and Sara had prime rib. We chatted and
giggled like a couple of college girls.

Then, about halfway through dinner, she leaned over and
said, "I want you to go to the ladies room. Remove your panties
and then walk back her holding them in your left hand. Then sit
down and hand them across the table to me. Don't attempt to hide
them, but don't call attention to yourself either." I hesitated
and she told me I would take 5 strokes on my bare ass in the
parking lot as punishment.

I got to my feet and carefully placed my napkin on my
chair. I walked to the ladies room and went into the end stall.
I lifted my skirt and pushed my panties down and stepped out of
them. Then I used the toilet. I took my time washing my hands.
Then, holding my panties so they dangled from my left hand, I
walked back to the table. My face was buring and I was sure that
everyone was looking at me. Sara told me later that only one
couple appeared to notice. I resumed my seat and handed my
panties across to Sara. It was the most humiliating, and most
exciting thing I'd ever done.

Later, when we left, she opened her purse and took out a
little leather quirt. She made me bend over between the van and
the next car and lift my dress above my waist. Then she gave me
5 hard strokes across my buttocks. I bit my lip to keep from
screaming as she whipped me. When she was done she rubbed my
buttocks for a moment and then allowed me to straighten up and
slide my dress down. I was crying, tears running down my cheeks,
and she lifted herself on her toes and kissed me. Then we got
into the van and left. She had me lift my dress so that my bare
buttocks were in contact with the leather seat. "Sit that way
from now on when we're alone."

She took me to the 'Evergreen' a quiet lesbian bar
across the river. It wasn't busy that night and I was thankful
for that later on. We sat in a booth in the back of the room,
Sara facing the front of the bar, and ordered drinks. White wine
for me, seltzer with a twist of lemon for her. "I have to
drive," she said by way of explanation. The barmaid was cute, a
slim blonde who looked like a college girl.

After she took our order, Sara excused herself and went
up to talk to the bartender, a tough-looking woman in her late
thirties or early forties. After some back-and-forth, Sara
pushed a couple of bills across the bar and the bartender nodded
agreement. I asked Sara what that was all about and she said,
"Five in the parking lot later. You need to learn some manners."

I stared down at my hands and nodded. "Yes, Sara, I'll
try."

Our drinks were served and Sara toasted our
relationship. Then she called the barmaid over and handed her
some change for the jukebox. After the girl left, Sara leaned
across and said, "As soon as the music starts I want you to get
up and dance. Kick your shoes off first. Then get up and dance
on top of that table over there." She pointed to a large round
table in the middle of the room.

I looked at her in shock, but that wasn't all. "Take
your dress off too. You're going to dance in your thigh highs."

"Sara, please....."

She shook her head. "Ten in the parking lot."

I stared at her, tears in my eyes. "Yes, Sara, I'll do
as you say."

The music stared and I gave her a last appealing glance.
She lifted her chin and said, "Dance slave." I kicked off my
shoes and stood up, unzipping my dress as I slipped out of the
booth. Then I stooped, grabbed the hem, and pulled it off over
my head in one smooth motion. I walked to the table, climbed up
using a chair as a step, and started dancing. My mind was
whirling - here I was, a respectable married woman, dancing nude
in a lez bar. Well, almost nude. But having the white thigh
highs on somehow made it more humiliating than if I'd been
totally nude.

The music seemed to go on and on. After each number I
glanced over at Sara with a silent appeal. Each time she smiled
and waved me on. I danced and danced, finally losing myself in
the music. Sweat rolled off me and several women gathered
around, clapping with the music and making appreciative
comments. There was an occasional whistle too. Sara kept me
dancing for what seemed like hours, but actually it was only 45
minutes.

When the music finally stopped I was stunned. I glanced
at Sara and she nodded permission for me to get down. The blonde
barmaid met me with a towel as I stepped down from the chair.
She smiled and said, "You were fantastic!" She looked me over as
I dried my shoulders and arms and whispered, "You've got a great
body! I wish my breasts were as nice!" I smiled and thanked her,
then made my way back to the booth. I stood there, drying myself
off, while Sara sipped her seltzer and watched quietly.

I realized I couldn't put my dress back on or I'd ruin
it. Sara went out to the van and returned with a large t-shirt
she used as a nightdress. I slipped it on and then sat an
removed my stockings. The women in the bar clapped as we walked
to the door. I blushed and nodded. We went outside. I was
carrying my dress, shoes, and stockings. We walked to the van
and Sara opened the door. I put everything inside on the back
seat. Then she took out her little quirt. "Take the t-shirt off
and stand with your hands clasped behind your neck."

I obeyed instantly. I was standing there, staring across
the parking lot, when the blonde barmaid appeared. She had a
slim sheath of bills in her hand. Her eyes widened when she saw
me standing there nude. Sara asked her what she wanted. She
explained that some of the women had given her money to give me.
A tip. Sara told her that she could keep it. She nodded. "Thank
you. What are you doing to her?" Sara told her that I was being
punished for not obeying as I should. The girl nodded and asked
if she could watch. Sara glanced at her and asked, "Would you
like to punish her?" The girl's eyes widened and she nodded. I
moaned, "Please, Sara, no...." Sara glanced at me. "Twenty." I
bit my lip and remained silent.

Sara handed the girl the quirt and told her to give me
twenty strokes, hard strokes, between my upper thighs and my
shoulder blades. The girl took the quirt and laid it on with a
heavy hand. After two, Sara held up her hand to stop her. "Gag?"
I nodded and she gagged me with a strip of duct tape she ripped
off a roll she kept in the van. Then the girl whipped me hard
while I screamed into the gag. After it was over, Sara ripped
the duct tape off and snapped her fingers. I dropped to my
knees, sobbing, and thanked the girl for whipping me. She smiled
and whispered, "I loved doing it. I'd love to do it again." Sara
took her elbow and walked her a short distance away. They
chatted for a moment and Sara wrote something down. Her name and
phone number I found out later. Then Sara returned and allowed
me to crawl into the front seat and crouch on the floor. I
wasn't allowed to put on any clothes.


- Part 3

The drive home seemed endless, but didn't take more than
20 minutes. I was terrified that we'd be stopped and I'd be
discovered - crouched nude on the floor on the passenger side.
Later, when I mentioned my fear to Sara she nodded and said,
"You're right, that was an inexcusable risk. It won't happen
again."

Jim called shortly after we got home and we talked for a
long time. I was sitting at Sara's feet, talking on the cell
phone while she ran her fingers throught my hair. I told Jim
about my hair, but said I had another surprise for him when he
got home. Then I changed the subject and told him I'd met a
photographer named Sara who wanted to renovate and lease the
apartment over the garage. He shifted into accountant mode and
questioned me about what had taken place.

He was pleased when I told him she'd pay $1,000 a month
on a 1 year lease. Even more pleased when I told him she'd
renovate the place and all we had to do was pay for materials
and a plumber. He said he wanted to see estimates and I told him
she'd have them the next day. He told me to call our lawyer and
get a lease drawn up, plus an agreement about the renovation.
Then he asked me about her. I grinned at Sara and winked.
"Well," I began, "She's a cute little redhead with big green
eyes and freckles. Very good photographer - she's shown me some
of her work." I muted the phone and whispered, "He loves
redheads."

I listened for a moment. "Yes, I told her she could have
one stall in the garage and use of the pool. She agreed to clean
it a couple of times a week." (He hates to clean the pool) "She
swam with me today. Well, Jim, you'll just have to see for
yourself. I think she looked cute." I rolled my eyes and Sara
giggled. We chatted for a while longer and then he told me he'd
be home late the following afternoon. I told him I'd have the
estimate and would arrange for Sara to be there so he could meet
her.

After I hung up, Sara collared me and put leather cuffs
on my wrists and ankles. I spent an hour that night on the floor
of my bedroom. On my belly, hands cuffed behind me, ankles
cuffed together. A butt plug in my ass and a penis gag in my
mouth. Sara watched television and gave me an occasional stroke
with the quirt. She assured me that the red marks would
disappear by the next afternoon. Finally, she released me and
took me to bed. The sex was fantastic!

The next morning I was up at 6:00 a.m. Sara woke up
while I was in the shower and joined me. I shampooed her hair,
washed her from head to foot, and then dried her with gentle
pats using my newest bath towels. I blow dried her hair for her
and brushed it for 15 minutes. Then, while she was dressing, I
hurried downstairs to pour her a cup of coffee (automatic
coffeemaker, set up every night because Jim is up VERY early and
likes his coffee). When I brought the coffee into the bedroom,
Sara was still nude. She sat on the edge of the bed and I
dropped to my knees and presented her with the cup. She sighed
appreciatively as she sipped. I leaned forward and kissed her
knees. Then I dropped down onto my back and lifted her feet onto
my belly. She leaned over and smiled at me. "You're the perfect
slave!"

Sara allowed me to masturbate while she watched. Then we
were both rushing to get dressed. I had to go to my mom's house
and pick up Sarah before mom decided I'd abandoned her. Sara had
to get busy and make some measurements and then start hitting
Home Depot and the like to price materials. It was a busy day
for both of us.

My mom was glad to see me and I could tell that Sarah
had given her a workout. Of course mom picked up on the fact
that I wasn't wearing a bra and made a couple of snide remarks.
She assumed that Jim was behind it and of course I did nothing
to change her assumption. We chatted as we got Sarah ready to
travel and I found myself wondering what would happen if I came
right out and said, "Oh, by the way mom, it wasn't Jim who got
me to go braless. It was this woman I met the other day. She's
introduced me to lesbian sex and bondage. Mom, I'm her slave and
I love it." Of course mom noticed the little smile and asked
what I was smiling about. I shook my head, "Nothing mom, just
thinking about this woman I saw in the park."

Then Sarah and I were out and on the road home. She's
always glad to go to grandma's but she's like me - glad to leave
again. We went home and I took her with me from room to room as
I cleaned house. I changed into shorts and one of Jim's old
undershirts before I started. After a few minutes I stopped and
cut the shirt off just below my breasts. I felt very sexy in it.
The deep armholes did little to conceal my breasts. Sara was
turning me into a real exhibitionist and I was loving it. I knew
Jim would too. He called while I was cleaning the kitchen and
told me he wouldn't be home until at least 7 p.m. I told him I
expected that Sara would be back by then and we could go over
her estimate.

Sarah went down for her nap shortly after Jim's call and
I stripped my clothes off and washed the kitchen floor on my
hands and knees. Then, still nude, I cleaned all of the
bathrooms. When I heard Sarah wake from her nap I threw my
clothes back on and took her for a walk. While we were walking I
decided to have steaks for supper - done on the grill. Sarah
would be sleepy by the time Jim got home. I knew he'd spend some
time with her and that would allow me to grill the steaks and
get everything ready. I called the Wine Basket, a local liquor
store that delivers, and had them deliver two bottles of
Woodbridge Blush Chardonnay - I know, it doesn't go with steak
but we like the wine.

Sara pulled in at 5:30, hot and sweaty from a day of
frantic activity. We took Sarah out on the deck and Sara bounced
her on her knee while I went in and got her a cold bottle of
Rolling Rock. And one for myself. Sara took a long drink and
then I asked her how her day had gone. She grinned and told me
that it had been hot and tiring, but worth it. She'd met some
helpful people and had a pretty good idea of what it would cost
to do over the apartment. She told me that the materials would
cost roughly $12,000 and the plumber would be about $2,500. She
was a little surprised when I said, "Let's double both numbers
to be safe." Then we shook on it and I told her that Jim would
be pleased.

She nodded. "Got any plans for tonight?"

It was my turn to grin. "I'm going to fuck his brains
out!"

Sara tipped her glass in salute and said, "Good for you.
You know that I never intended to come between you and Jim."

"Yes, I know that. In fact, he has you to thank for
waking my libido again." And I tipped my glass in salute.

Sara said she'd bring a sleeping bag up to the apartment
and spend the night there. I told her she could have the guest
room but she said, "Maybe tomorrow night, not tonight. You need
privacy." I had to agree with her on that. We finished our beer
and I went into the house while Sara headed for her van to go
shopping for a sleeping bag.

I took another shower and put on a white terrycloth
robe, a short one that just covers my butt. I left my hair wet,
grabbed Sarah out of her crib, and went down to check on the
potatoes I'd put in the oven earlier. As I passed the
full-length mirror at the end of the upstairs hall I noticed how
nicely the white robe contrasted with my tan. I knew Jim would
like it.

I heard a car door as I was closing the oven door. A
minute later Jim opened the front door and set his bag and
briefcase down in the hall. I stepped into the hall from the
kitchen with Sarah balanced on my hip and saw his eyes widen as
he realized what I was wearing. He hugged us, making faces at
Sarah and laughing at her response. I set Sarah down and gave
him a big hug. Then I put my chin on his shoulder and whispered,
"I want you to fuck my brains out later."

He stepped back and gave me a long, searching look. Then
he smiled and said, "Count on it! What's for dinner?" I swatted
him and suggested that he take his daughter and amuse her for a
while or there might be no dinner. He scooped Sarah up in one
arm and ran his other hand up under my robe. He chuckled as his
hand moved over my bare bottom. "Oh my, no panties, just like
the big girls!" I slapped at his arm and danced away, escaping
into the kitchen while he and Sarah headed for the livingroom to
play.

I went out onto the deck and fired up the gas grill.
Then I went inside to start a salad while the grill heated up. I
opened one of the bottles of wine and poured two glasses,
bringing one into the livingroom for Jim. Then it was back to
'drudring' in the kitchen. I pulled the steaks out and seasoned
them. The grill was hot when I went back, so I used a wire brush
on the cooking surface and then put the steaks on. For the next
few minutes I divided my time between the grill, the salad, and
checking the oven to see if the baked potatoes were ready.

Everything came together at the right time, no small
accomplishment considering my limited ablity in the kitchen (I
hate to cook) and I called Jim as I ferried things out to the
patio table. Jim came in with Sara and brought carriage out for
me and put her in it. Then we sat down to eat. Sara, with
perfect timing, pulled into the driveway just as Jim was raising
his glass in a toast to the coming evening. Sara was toting a
large bag as she started up the outside stairs to the apartment.
I was inclined to let her go, but Jim suggested that I invite
her over for a drink at least.

I called to her and she waved and continued on up the
stairs. I glanced at Jim and shrugged. He suggested I go and
talk to her. I hesitated, but I could tell that he wanted to
meet her so I got up and ran down the stairs and across the
grass. The door was open when I got to the top of the stairs and
Sara was sweeping with an old broom she'd found. She glanced up
with a surprised look. "What are you doing here? Go and have fun
with your husband."

"He wants to meet you. He's shifting into 'accountant'
mode and I thought I'd better humor him. Please come and meet
him and have a glass of wine."

She cocked her head to one side and studied me for a
moment. "Do you really want me to come?"

I grinned. "No, but come anyway."

She grinned back at me. "I can't resist when you
sweet-talk me like that."

We walked back to the house and I introduced them. Jim
shook her hand and I could tell that he liked her. I glanced
back and forth as they chatted. It was hard to tell how Sara
felt. We sat down and Sara accepted a glass of wine. She glanced
at my plate as she took her first sip and I realized that she
probably hadn't eaten anything. I insisted that she share my
steak and she gave in after some half-hearted protests.

I got her a plate and gave her half of my dinner. Let me
tell you, it was an interesting meal with my husband and my
lesbian lover sitting on either side of me! What really got me
going was the way they hit it off. Sara had taken some
accounting courses in college and they soon lost me as they got
into investment strategies and market trends and the like. I was
daydreaming when I felt a touch on my left knee. Jim didn't miss
a word as he caressed my knee and then slid his hand up my bare
thigh. Neither did Sara when she ran her toes up my right calf.
I glanced back and forth, they were both seemingly intent on
their conversation, but both of them were feeling me up! I did
the only thing I could think of and got up to get another bottle
of wine. As I opened the door I glanced back. They were deep in
conversation and didn't seem to notice that I was gone! Talk
about a strange evening!

After dinner, while Jim put Sarah to bed, Sara helped me
clear the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher. Then she
left and I went upstairs to see my husband. When he finished
with Sarah he found me waiting in the hall. Nude. I dropped to
my knees as he approached and unzipped his pants. He was ready.
I took his cock into my mouth and moaned with pleasure as I ran
my tongue over it. I've always loved sucking a nice hard cock.
Jim ran his hands through my hair and sighed as I sucked him.

"Oh shit, Hannah. You are soooo good. Suck it babe!
Please suck it! Take it all in." And I did. He's about 7" when
he's hard and I've learned how to take the whole thing in my
mouth without gagging. Then he started moving his hips,
literally fucking me in the mouth. God, I loved it!