Bzzt! Sarah’s phone vibrated.Sarah thought, Can it be? Is it Liz?Blinking away her tears quickly, she grabbed her phone and unlocked it again. No, o... course it wasn’t Liz. It was just some work email notification. Ugh! No one at work cared about her, not unless there was some fire that needed to be put out, or some egos that needed to be assuaged. At work, Sarah was just as alone as she was at home, except she was surrounded by people, which made it worse, since she wouldn’t have the time and. Just judging by my underwear?« »I'm sorry!«, it is my time now to mumble, but she just brushes my words away with the back of her hand like an annoying fly out of sight: »You're a man - and they're all the same! First they are nice, and when they got what they want they hit you or the road!« My eyes are stuck on her pair of upset lips like a worm on a hook - and I can't imagine her more lovely even when calm. The simple desire to kiss her grows into an utter urge. »I would never harm you - I'm. That's a new policy. Call Lewis 'Master' from now on. He has complained to me about not being addressed by a title worthy of his position. It's only fair. If I have to call him 'Master', so should you," she declared."Yes, Mistress," he answered her."Good. Now take a shower, shave, brush your teeth, and comb your hair. I want you looking pretty for the girls," she instructed him."Yes, Mistress," he said."Good boy," she told him, giving him a kiss on the cheek.That was typical of their D/s. She then slid down against the back of the sofa. In one motion she squatted and spread her legs wide. Melissa thrust her groin forward to the edge of the sofa. Her hands came to rest on her knees and she watched me with intent. Her arse was completely suspended from the seat of the sofa. “There you go, get your fucking tongue in there,” she instructed me. I looked in her eyes. They were glazed over in lust. One of her hands then snaked its way to her pussy and she started fingering herself. My.