I could hear the strains of jazz hanging in the humid air and could smell the wonderful smells of French cooking.For the occasion, I dressed simply. I...wore a white skirt, white pumps and a pink, short-sleeved blouse. My hair was curled and was the longest I've ever had it. I applied some lip gloss one last time and walked into the restaurant.Robert picked one of the best restaurants in the city, but I didn't expect anything less than that since he lived there. I let the maitre-d know whom I was. And, I couldn't wait to see her nipples! I could feel them through her blouse and bra, so I knew they were long and got extremely erect. So, I am at work in this highly sexually charged state. I grew somewhat frustrated looking at my schedule and trying to figure out a time when I could get away from work this week long enough to fuck the hell out of this incredibly sexy woman. With Sherry being married, we basically had to get away during the work day. And my schedule was booked up for the. .. which i did with her following and closing the door after her. "When's convenient for you, Pam?" i asked conversationally.Next thing i knew, her hand flew up, palm outwards, slapping me hard on the cheek. With one hand pressed to the injury, i looked back round to see that her smile had turned into a frown. "In private, slut, you will call me by my title... and lower your eyes!" she snarled.Taking the hint, i swiftly dropped my gaze. "i am sorry, Mistress," i responded."And my convenience. I reached out my hand and stroked her ass, her panties were nylon or satin. Amys panties were little girl cotton panties, pale pink with pictures of blue unicorns, looking at her in them really made my dick twitch.Brendas hair was loose and came half way down her back, it was wild and looked like a mane around her head and shoulders."God Brenda, your hair is amazing, it shines and feels so soft, I love it. How could you ever put it in a bun? such a shame. Well I'm glad that's about to change..