"If you understood you wouldn't call meLaura. If you understood you would call me..." she trailed offlooking at me with one eyebrow raised. "..Mi...tress?." I ventured. "Yes. Very good. Not Laura, not darling, not wife, butmistress." She spelled out, emphasising the last word and lockingher gaze with mine. "A maid cooks and cleans and serves hermistress. Her mistresses' comfort and pleasure are her onlyconcern and also her only reward. Is that the kind ofrelationship you want to have. “I need you, Janet,” he told me, looking earnestly into my eyes.“You had me last night,” I said. “It’s too dangerous to do this again so soon. I feel bad enough already.” “Those feelings soon fade,” he replied confidently. “Tomorrow afternoon, come around to my house. We can have some fun.” “Derek no,” I said. “I can’t keep making up excuses.” “Just send Bryan out to play golf or something. The girls can entertain themselves.” “Stop, please Derek, just stop,” I said. “Oh c’mon sweetheart you. As she turned to go out of the back door she ran her hand over my package again, saying with a giggle: “Save that for me! No banging Mel before you come over!”“Out, slut!” Melanie ordered, also giggling.At around seven-thirty, I dressed in black chinos and a white silk open-necked shirt as I watched Melanie dressing for the evening. She chose a black brocade bustier with silver and gold sequins trimming its cups and edges, a black lace garter belt with chrome garter buckles, sheer black silk. Finally, after long seconds just looking at her beautiful round bottom, I stepped forward and stroked her cheeks. I heard her draw breath as I continued to caress and stroke her cheeks and slowly running my hands between her cheeks. She loved it, rocking her bottom from side to side and looking over her shoulder, clearly enjoying every minute. I couldn’t resist it. Drawing back my hand I gave her bottom a light slap. ‘Mmm’. ‘You like that?’ I asked. She bit her lip and waved her bottom from.