I suppose that I must have been showing as much as her, but I wasn’t thinking at the time.There’s like a hundred mature meters between our houses.After about another twenty minutes old everyone pulled apart.And you came home right after?That is disgusting, The Officer pointed to her lush granny curvy pubic hair, somebody shave her now.My father saw the opportunity and took it, he asked us what is going on here.Though this was to be just a temporary solution.the priest announced hesitantly.Phyllis, she said, what?The saree was damp from the dew and so was the back of her blouse.Say it.I wasn’t sure if she meant the slacks only or the panties too. Big Tits She herself had become an insomniac and a nail-biter. She’d known that she couldn’t go on like that without suffering some kind of physical or mental breakdown, but had no idea how to make herself let go. Who had time for yoga or meditation or any of those other relaxation techniques? She had a company to run and everything...had…to…be…perfect!But in recent months Anita’s situation had become much better. Although her personality remained unchanged she’d made an important discovery that had made a huge difference in her life. So now, every couple of weeks or sometimes more often, whenever the pressure began to build inside her and she felt herself coiling up like a watch-spring, snapping at her employees and practically granny grinding her teeth at the slightest problem or delay, Anita would sit down at her desk, take out her phone and send a text to her husband, Don. This text always consisted of just two letters, followed by a question mark:SN?Sometimes she thought that was the best part of everything that was to follow; just pushing the ‘send’ button would always bring a smile to her face, and she would sit there, no matter what the other myriad demands on her attention there might be, until his reply came in. Which would nearly always be one simple letter, followed by a period: Y.From that very moment she would begin to relax slightly, and her nervous tension would gradually, throughout the remainder of the workday, evolve into a delicious sense of Big Tits anticipation. Her focus would become less intense, her demeanor softer and even the way she walked felt different to her – less stilted and more catlike and sensual.If her employees noticed the difference they said nothing, of course. But surely they had become aware of the fact that on certain days she was now the first one to leave instead of the very last as was usual, and that during the days which followed she was altogether much more gracious and pleasant to work with. Anita wondered sometimes if they speculated together about the cause of these sudden shifts in her demeanor.If they only knew she would think, and sometimes actually giggled to herself, which would have astonished any of the people who worked for her. Most of them, she was sure, would testify in court that she never even smiled, much less mature giggled.And if they thought that giggling was unlikely, Anita couldn’t begin to imagine what they would think if they could see her racing through the evening traffic on those special nights, often with one hand on the wheel and the other inside the pants of her conservative business clothes, cupping and squeezing herself through her panties, her mouth hanging open with excitement. Sometimes she thought that was the best part: the sheer, tingling anticipation of what was about to happen:Slave Night .It old had evolved during the previous year as Anita had discovered that sometimes she enjoyed being told what to do during her lovemaking with Don. Don was certainly not dominant by nature – their day-to-day relationship was generally very well balanced in that regard. But he quickly learned to enjoy his role, curvy becoming more and more brusque as he took command of her pleasure.