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First Lady

... “No, mum’s getting it ready now.” She said, “Well that will be my reward for you then, dinner.” She walked to a table and got hold of the telephone, she had rung my mum. She had a brief conversation with her and told her that she would send me home after she had given me something to eat as a reward for finding Whisky. Mum must have agreed. While she talked to mum, Whisky came back and was around my legs; I picked her up and placed her in front of my pants. Mrs Brewer put the phone down and walked up to me and took Whisky off me and put her down onto the floor. I immediately clasped my hands in front of my pants again. Mrs Brewer walked past me, towards the door, she said, “So Jimmy, what would you like to eat?” I followed her and said, “I’m not really that hungry at the moment, Mrs Brewer, thank you.” She stopped and turned round, placed a hand on my shoulder and said, “Not Mrs Brewer, Jimmy, you may call me Anny, my name is Maryanne, but everyone calls me Anny. Okay.” I said nothing, I just nodded. She took her hand off me and said, “Not hungry, okay. Let’s wait a while for when you are then. Come on, come this way.” She walked past and I looked straight at her bare legs, her calf muscles were very defined and shapely. Her arse looked plump and firm through the tight skirt she had on and I noticed that there was no panty line. She had long brunet hair, she wore it loose and it was down to the middle of her back. She wore a pink blouse which showed a little bit of the top ...

... of her boobs. I was not sure how old she was, but must have been close to fifty I would have thought. I followed her through the door and to my surprise she didn’t go through to the kitchen, she walked up the stairs. I stopped as I went through the door. She looked at me from half way up and said, “Come on Jimmy, up here, follow me.” My cock got even harder, if it were possible. I gulped down some spit in my mouth and followed her up the stairs. I reached the top landing and noticed that only one door was open down the hall. I walked to it and stopped before I went through. Mrs Brewer was sat on the bed, cross legged, arms behind her on the bed. When she saw me there; she beckoned me in with a finger, and said, “Come here Jimmy, come on in.” I stepped through and in, and carried on till I was about two feet from her. My hands were still clasped in front of me, very awkwardly, my mouth felt dry. She looked me straight in the eye and asked, “How old are you Jimmy?” I blinked a couple of times and said, “I was sixteen last month.” She looked down to my hands and uncrossed her legs; she took hold of both my hands, one in each of hers and prized them apart. The protrusion in my pants made by my cock was very evident. She looked back up in to my eyes and said, “My little Jimmy, let’s see what you have there.” She still looked straight at me and with her hands she undid the belt and the top button of my pants, she lowered the zipper. My pants fell to the floor. She took hold of the ...