Chapter 1

He was in his fifties now, she was in her seventies, but her body was as supple and pert as ever. True her breasts were a little saggy now and her throat could not fully conceal the years, but she had looked after herself through her life, and indeed, many men had looked after her too but Jack remained her favourite. She may have aged in years but her authority remained untouched; she was as dominant as ever and enjoyed being serviced just as she liked it. As she sat, naked but for black stockings and suspenders, against the headboard, she toyed with the leash about the willing male's neck as he sniffed and licked her inner thighs and gently lapped at her delicately shaven pussy. She smiled as he gave her the usual obedient attention; she'd have her asshole licked next.

"When it's time for me to go, you'll come with me. I want you there in the afterlife to serve and obey. If it's cancer, we'll have a nice little arrangement." Her mature pussy bulged with pleasure as she giggled at the thought.

"I shall arrange a hook in the ceiling; I shall also prepare a cocktail of drugs. Before I am too weak to cope, I shall enjoy snuffing you first." She sniggered contentedly as she sensed his cock stiffening eagerly at the thought.

"Oh yes, I shall find a nice silky rope and I shall thoroughly enjoy hanging you. I've always dreamed of doing that whilst mid-orgasm. You'll have your hands and feet bound and I shall milk you one final time as you swing." He lapped vigorously at her nicely aroused pussy as he thought of dying for her; he certainly wanted to come now. She was already close to coming with the erotic thought in her head.

"When they find us, I shall be lying comfortably on the bed, my favourite vibrator deep inside me, my favourite slave hanging there, having willingly paid the price of worshipping me; a tidy pool of semen on the carpet below, in testament to enjoyment of servitude, even in death." She moaned excitedly and pushed his head down to tend her asshole as she now worked her clit with her beautifully manicured fingers. He humped the sheets excitedly as the tang of her sweetly puckered asshole combined with the thought of being hanged. She moaned with satisfied ecstasy as she came; his tongue deep in her anal tract. He moaned too as his cock spurted in a tribute to her wicked tease; a glorious sense of submission coursing through his body as he spent again and again. The two giggled together as their orgasms subsided. He rubbed her belly as he thought of the rope.

"You know I'd willingly go that way, whenever you are ready, but hopefully we'll both be around for a while yet. I wonder if we'll re-live our relationship in the afterlife? " She tugged at his arm and he slid up the bed and cuddled her with the affection that had long existed between them. She smiled as she kissed his forehead.

"Yes, that would be wonderful; do remember how naughty I was when we first met? " He giggled again as they drifted off to sleep; his mind going back to 1975...

Jack had had the 250 Kawasaki for a year now, but the snarling sound of the three cylinder two-stroke still turned heads as he wound up the throttle, 'showboating' as most 18 year olds were apt to do, at any opportunity, especially when girls were around. He was a working class, blue collar bum and proud of it; this made him very appealing to the girls in the middle class town he chose to frequent. He had a taste for 'classy birds' and left his council-house town for this leafy and affluent neighbouring town to hang out. His 'rough diamond' attitude, earthy good-looks combined with the most exotic250 that was available at the time, ensured he was a favourite with the Fionas' and Beatrices' whose fathers' would definitely not have approved.

At the moment, there was one girl in particular who caught his eye; Marcia Fortescue lived in The Avenue, the most expensive street in the town. She had given him racy looks and he had walked her home from the war memorial where they all congregated, on a couple of occasions, sneaking the odd kiss. Her mother had seemed less hostile, almost friendly to him in comparison to the usual rebuffs he'd normally experienced with girls parents; this left him feeling a little bold this afternoon and he rode his bike right up to the house. He removed his crash-hat and rang the bell at the door of the huge house.