You love your Master, because he makes you feel powerless. You need his love. You need his words that wrap themselves around you, twisting across your...body like the tongues of water rippling up your spine, making you jump, making each of your nerve endings tingle with excitement. His words arouse you more and more and you know his words will make you cum. And cumming for your Master, cumming on his command, makes you cum stronger. You need to cum for your Master because his words make you so. Perfect match. Local cops don’t deal show-biz–unspoken rule. Famous is career-killer. Used to be different. Used to have Elliot Ness and busting famous was point of pride. Now? Need permission. Need note from teacher to go take piss. Can’t move on anything anymore, all political. Don’t hate politics, kind of like it. Some say politics breeds hostility and corruption. Don’t agree. Believe politics helps bring it out. Makes job easier. Makes people like Actor easier to find–got sloppy because. When I got dried off, I went in, I was shocked to see a pair of nylon panties, a garter belt, nylon hose, and some high heels. I thought what the heck, but then if she wanted to get a little kinky then who am I to stop her. Anyway I liked the feel of women panties, so I put them on with the garter belt and hose first then the panties and last the heels. I had a little trouble standing in the heels.I called her in and she was wearing an outfit like what I had on except hers was all black and. Hell it might liven this joint up a little." MANDI!" Oh you big party pooper, okay."As suddenly as it started it stopped. My juices ran from my pussy lips down the crack of my ass and drenched the bottom of my dress. I was breathless and had a very difficult time composing myself. The waiter's arrival startled me. He poured us both a glass of wine and placed salads in front of us. When all was perfect he nodded and strolled away. "Mandi, you can't be doing that in public." Why not?" Well, first.