Rhonda struck me as pretty much of a no-nonsense type of woman. I couldn't picture her doing anything that might be construed as 'unprofessional'. Wel..., making me pee on my pants might have been a little bit light-hearted.I pulled on my boots and headed toward the outhouse to cap off my morning routine. I noticed it was starting to cloud up in the west and I wondered if we were going to get some thunderstorms coming through in the afternoon. Since I was still too sore to really do any extended. Deena had unbuttoned her blouse and let it slip down her long slender arms. Her stomach was flat and her ribs were just about visible. Not enough to call her skinny, but just enough to show she took a certain pride in her body. I now wanted to see her tits. She didn’t disappoint. She dropped her black and silver plunge bra, revealing a small but fulsome rack. They were probably too small for a for a good tit wank, but big enough to hang on to. The kind of tits that will still look good when. After taking a moment to calm my running mind, “You are coming with me today. Wait for my call after the seminar,” I said sternly. She nodded, almost giving away her excitement with a smile.I pressed further, “Say it, my pet – Got it?”“Yes, Mistress,” she stammered again.“I knew it, yes, I knew it,” I thought as I smirked again. I knew she was spying on Melanie and me. Her reply was only confirmed my suspicions. She would never in a million years called me a Mistress if she wasn’t listening in. I am so sorry that I ever did it!!" At this she put her head in her hands and started bawling as hard as I have ever seen.What do you say to that? I had no idea. I just sat for a minute and replayed what she had said to make sure I heard correctly. Suddenly the questions started rolling through my head and out of my mouth, "When? ...How the hell? ...You FUCKED JIM????" A minute passed with no answer so I started getting more pissed. "ANSWER ME!" I yelled at her.This shocked her a little, and.