"Fold your hands behind your back, relax your legs and shut up" I commanded, while I gently kept on rubbing her wet pussy trough the panties."If you a...e my young mistress, to whom does this pussy belong?" I asked. "It belongs to you" she replied."What belongs to me?" I barked firmly."My young mistress pussy belongs to you - Sir" she answered."If your young mistress pussy belongs to me, are you then allowed to touch it without my permission?" I asked still rubbing her wet vagina trough the. There must have been a thousand bottles ofwine in the cellar. It took a while to find the one Cook told me toget, but I eventually spotted it and brought a bottle back up to thekitchen. I carefully wiped the dust off the bottle. It was a Frenchwine and the vintage was 1982. Cook handed me a corkscrew and told meto open the bottle to "let it breathe". The only wine I had ever seenbefore came in screw top bottles and I had no idea how to open a corkedbottle. Cook kindly demonstrated the use. I was upstairs still asleep. Linda asked Jon if something happened last night when she fell asleep, Jon asked like what? She asked if she made noises or rolled around a lot. Jon said, matter of fact you did say something in your sleep. Right before I was about to hop in the shower, I heard you say, fuck me Don. I jumped in the shower and got dressed and left for work. Linda’s face turned red, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean too talk in my sleep.As I said at the beginning, I had a hidden cam in my. “You have sweet cum” said Mr. B…I was a man at last.Of course I did try to suck Mr. B’s cock but it was impossible. That why Eric always talked about licking. And that’s just what I did for the next half hour or more. But when Mr. B shot his load he turned away from me. It was a good thing he did too, I’ve never seen that much stuff come out of a man before or since. As a result of that memorable day I became a much more confident person. Mr. B hadn’t abused me, he used me and I loved it..