Madame provided a very nice platinum blonde bouffant curled andteased wig before they arrived and she was my beautiful bald headedMistress and dominan... that made me suck they cocks.I do admit I enjoyed the kinky action and the whole night's fun and ofcourse as I said tonight in ended for me in a blow job from Madame afterthe others had left. A night I will never forget. The next morningMadame went to the salon alone where my hair was now glued into place onher head and my hair now became hers.. Like she didn’t know what she wanted to be, but also like she knew exactly. It didn’t feel forced or cliché. It was her. Laughing one second and then wanting to have control the next. “Looks like I got you pinned down!” she whispered. “Looks like it.” “Try to get out!” “Maybe I don’t want to get out! Maybe I want to be at your mercy.” “I like how you see it. You really are at my mercy!” she teased. The longing to be at someone’s mercy wasn’t exactly new to me. I loved being submissive. It was. In essence, I was rubbing the base of my palm on her panties, making strong massaging motions into her pussy.I released my mouth from her left breast and focused on Neha’s pussy. My right hand quickly lowered her panties and my fingers found her soaking wet love hole.Within moments, I was pulling off my signature move, the one which drove her mad. I thrust my first two fingers deep into her pussy while my thumb rubbed her clit. It drove her mad!Neha arched her back as wave upon wave of ecstasy. "Oh Frank, I have missed you, why didn't you write more often? Three letters in five years isn't much is it," she asked with tears showing in her eyes.I got up and hugged her, again something I never remembering doing before. Now I felt her body against mine, with only her thin nightie covering her body. Also this was the first woman I'd held close in over five years and my body responded such. Getting a hard-on over your own mother was never intentional, but here I was with my hard member.