“It’s not the done thing. is it?” she said. “I mean you just don’t go into depth that way, do you?” Karl shrugged his shoulders. “Why n...t, we do it anyway,” he said. “Why not discuss what we like sexually; what turns us on and turns us off.” She smiled. “I can just imagine sitting down with a new boyfriend and suddenly asking him does he like to spank, for example.” Karl laughed. “Well, do you like to be spanked?” Claire laughed. “Mind your own business,” she told him. “Anyway, you are not. Looking around the room, and the setting, I could have been visiting a friend for tea or coffee; nothing here indicated that this woman made a living by sexually dominating other people in a room elsewhere in this house. As I was working, I was dressed more professionally, in a blouse and skirt.Like most of the dommes that I had already recruited into the study, she had both male and female clients. She was bisexual, and she told me had been since her teen years, so she was comfortable in. For I recognised them all. One was a full bodied lecturer of Iranian descent, who everyone called Iris, presumably to avoid mispronouncing her real name. Like Professor Milford, she wore spectacles and could look slightly austere. Her body seemed to be a mass of shawls, a long skirt draped over her legs. The other three were all students. I’d seen them around, and one of them, a freckled redhead in combat trousers, I’d worked on a project with. Her name was Felicia. The thickset girl called. "Maybe we can find the time, later." If you want to see your family for the Fourth of July tomorrow, we'd better get on the road with this thing, pretty damned soon." Hey, it's not like it was Christmas Eve," she protested. So what, if we don't get home until a little later?" OK by me," I said. "It's your schedule, your RV, and your family. My family will be pleased if I manage to show up to see them at all!"But we decided, eventually, after lots of cuddling, not to try to wear Tess' pussy out.