“Nope, I’ve been planning this all light of day. I want to see you buck naked and hard right here in my office. Believe me; you determination be well rewarded if you do as I say!”

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“May I please come, Clara?”
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********This story starts after the incipient online cyber sexual meeting. It is from the POV of the husband, and the story relies heavily on you understanding what happened in the two aforesaid parts. I don’t claim to be a devoted novelist, and it’s just for discipline and some delight. If you’re not interested in the cuckold experience this story power not be for you.********
“May I please come, Clara?”
“Nope, I’ve been planning this all light of day. I want to see you buck naked and hard right here in my office. Believe me; you determination be well rewarded if you do as I say!”
She looked down at the image again and sighed – it looked somewhat harmless of course – to the casual observer anyway. In sharp focus and with perfect residue, the subtle natural lighting portrayed two subjects clearly. One of them was Leanne, and the other was of an older male – a much older man – easily a septuagenarian. The old confine was grinning mischievously toward the cameraman while Leanne sat on his lap looking somewhat uncomfortable with the situation. Her fair hair was pulled up in a small ponytail near her crown and ringlets cascaded down either side of her slim face, almost covering her ears. She had on a light-coloured singlet and a dark skirt with tiny flowers printed on the delicate matter. Her small, unwavering breasts appeared unfettered and her nipples cast just enough shadows to highlight that they could have been in a mild state of arousal – or it may be she was just apathetic.
Tossing her phone into her purse she got out locked her door and nearly ran across the parking luck and into the lobby of the hotel and up to the second story to Greg’s room. Knocking on his door she heard him near the door. When the door opened there he was in the towel he’d worn in the picture a not many hours before. He’d barely come out of the overflow with his hair wet but this body was dry and powdered with a whiff of cologne and even more perfect than she remembered.

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