She gave me her son’s room and asked me to be comfortable. I was always shy and talked very less. But maami made me very comfortable.Next day maami ...ent to school and I was alone at home. The whole day I kept imagining maami’s body and masturbated during bath. I started feeling horny about her and somewhat guilty for fantasizing her body. In the evening once she came home I asked her to freshen up so that I can make tea for both of us.She agreed and she went to take a bath. I was waiting for. Some of them oozed blood. They hurt badly…and I knew I had found something I desperately needed. Or rather, someone.“So, you beg Me to be your Mistress, do you?” Her low, husky voice mocked. “Why should I take you over all the others, slut?”I trembled, and said the first thing that came to mind. “I…I don’t deserve to be your slave, I know that, but I so desperately need it that I will do anything, anything at all to please you!”She grimaced. “So what? They all say that.” She continued in a. " Wendy reached for it and poured a little into the sauce. She put it back at the same angle. She said, "Do you think it really makes a difference in the taste of a bottle of red?" Not to my palate. I'm not the most discriminating but I've never found a bit of difference. I do like it on the cool side even more than what's recommended."The meal was done and we ate in the kitchen with normal china and wine glasses. It was a great meal. I complimented Wendy on the cooking with my wine glass. We. Suzy and I were facing each other andMark's arm was around me. Suzy gave me a quick kiss goodnight, and the lastthing I remember before dozing off was Mark's big hand holding one of mytits.We slept in the next morning, and then Mark and I went down the hall to hisbedroom to shower and dress for breakfast. I found my clothes for thismorning laid out on the bed. I dressed in tight jeans, heels, matching blackpanties and open cupped shelf bra and a sheer white blouse. I put on extraheavy eye.