" My pleasure. And if there is ever anything I can do, just ask, okay?"I smiled wanly and nodded before returning to my thoughts.As the chopper sank d...wn towards the pad on the island, I could see the figures of the woman in green and her minder (or manager or pimp or whatever) standing and waiting. My apprehension for my future grew but as I walked away from the helicopter with a shopping bag in each hand and approached the pair I couldn't help but smirk for she was no longer looking as. He sat on the lounger and grabbed her waistband and pulled, she was now naked as well, her pussy hair and clit was on display to him. She told me how his eyes were feasting on her naked body as she took the sun oil and handed it to him. “Will you oil me?” she asked. “Yes Ma’am,” he replied. She told me that she lay on her back and told him, “You can oil my front first, make sure you cover everywhere, I don’t want to get any part burned.” He took the oil and asked, “Everywhere?” “Yes,. Literature opened her eyes a little and in particular a middle aged literature professor, who spent a lot of time after class, helping her with her work. He was a nice man, gentleman type, worn suit and nothing she would ordinarily look at twice. But in his aging eyes, he had a passion for his literature, something that Mila warmed too. On top of everything else, the literature was like a doorway, into a bigger world. This included sex, as she became aware that there was so much more passion. But one specific dominant draws out to me. Her name is Amy Woods. Yes, she's a mistress. Did I mention I'm bisexual? She also has a cock, which is especially appealing to me. I contact her, and she replies back immediately.I tell her I'm new to BDSM, and she says she would love to show me the ropes. We arrange to meet at a nearby hotel tomorrow morning just to get to know each other and maybe have a little bit of fun. She won't tell me her real name, just to call her Mistress. She tells me to.