A few days later, Mom was working, and Gerty came over to the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in her hand and a plate with a grilled corn muffin and a jar of grape jam.
"Hello Jeff, would you do me a big favor?"
"It depends on what kind of favor."
"Well, I was wondering if this time you could drag my silver half-moon style glasses and beaded chain through my muff, get my cum all over them and let me see you lick them. Would you like to do that for me?"
I am quite surprised. As much as I like Gerty, I never expected her to be so open about her desires.
"Jeff, it is quite hot the way you look at me; it really makes me feel so nice, and don't think I have not noticed."
"Ah. . . noticed what, Gerty?"
"My heels."
Now I have to say I may have thought about them, but I really did not pay attention to them.
"Jeff, you like the seriousness my half-glasses depict and the heels go with it, the glossy black high heel or pump that says this woman is a serious woman, one way or another, I am going to do things to you with them."
I am loving the idea but don't want Gert to know.
"Yes, Jeff, I have a few pairs of peep-toes style. I might just want to see you in my heel, I want to make you happy, but you are going to have to make me happy too. ."
"Well, that seems only right."
"Oh, Jeff, we can have such a good time together."
"So Gert, you play the piano?"
"Yes, how did you know?"
"I have to figure that anyone who knows who Chopin was, they'd be more likely to know about the man who made polish sausages so famous. I can see ol Frederick Chopin munchin' on a sausage as his woman Aurora Dudevant was showing him the buns a sausage could be found in. She was a French novelist of rather crusty stories.
"Geeez Jeff, you know some things," Gerty says in a voice of being pleased her guy knows some things about famous people.
"She also kept the name of George Sands, as a woman writer could get nowhere if she's not a man, the first glass ceiling ever.
Gert looks at Jeff with real feeling. "You are amazing Jeff."
"I was hoping you did play, I think Chopin's opus ten number three would be great, me playing the upper bar, you playing the lower cleff."
"And Jeff would be leaning back just enough to peer through my half-glasses . . . is that true, Jeff?"
"I can't say it would not happen."
"I was by the house the other day, and I grabbed my peep-toes heels, so how about doing things when I finish this muffin."
"Well, that was very thoughtful Gerty."
"I also have a few surprises for you, can you guess?"
"I'd rather just find out."
Finally, she is done with her grilled corn muffin and grape jam, and we head to her room.
"Put your hands behind your back please."
Not that I have ever been arrested, but that sounds like trouble, but I do so.
I see a long skinny white belt, and she uses it to tie my hands together.
Gerty strips me down then realizes I still have a shirt on.
"Oh my, I never did this before. I have to untie you to get the shirt off." She does then ties me up again.
I'm on the bed, back against the headboard with my hands behind me. With another belt, patent. black and skinny like three-fourths of an inch wide, she runs it through the loop a few times, places it over my cock and under my nuts, and tightens it.
"This Jeff is a cock ring, and I think you might like what I can do with it," Gerty says as she looks at me over the tops of her gold half-square glasses. Today she had another pair I have not seen, black half-square with a pearl beaded chain. Actually, all her chains are of pearls. She takes the chains of her black half-square and silver half-moons and wraps them around my cock, and begins brushing one pair over my balls and the other along a fast-growing shaft.
From who knows where she produces a patent black heel peep-toe style shoe, the heel is four inches high. she has her gold half-squares on the heel of her shoe with beaded chain hanging and begins to stroke me all over down there, saying, "Gert likes doing this. Do you like what Gerty is doing? "
