I would soon understand what she meant.I lived in a cottage just off the main house. Fred would drop by often, but was always respectful.One night he...told me about Female Domination. He confessed that he was very submissive and wanted a beautiful young woman to dominate him.He pulled out some books on bondage, and photo albums of men and women tied up and being whipped. He was in many of the pictures. As we looked at the pictures his breath was getting quicker. I admit I was getting quite. Mr. Reynolds had set the appointment up himself once I gave him the card, so I knew this wasn't my mistake. "Oh no, I can just wait," the man responded, taking a seat in one of the plush arm chairs that were in the lobby of our office. "If you're sure. Can I get you a cup of coffee or anything?" I knew it was the middle of the afternoon but it seemed polite to ask. "That would actually be great, Liz. Thank you," he said with a smile as he watched me stand up. I wasn't dressed any different than. Our wives came back and went directly upstairs; we didn’t pay much attention and carried on talking sports.Fifteen minutes later they came into the kitchen wearing just stockings, heels, garter belts and half-cup bras and stood in front of us with their legs spread apart and hands on hips. Carol looked great; she was all in red, her large tits bulging out over the top of her bra and I saw a neat patch of dark brown hair above her pussy. Jean’s outfit was black contrasting her light skin; her. Laughing, we got inside where it was dry. I turned on the heat.We held hands without talking and enjoyed the sound of the rain beating against the car. My pocket vibrated and started to sing. I nearly jumped out of my skin. Randi looked at me like I was crazy and giggled."Sorry," I pulled my cellphone out. "I just got it." Dad was calling. He wanted me to come home. I told him that I would be there soon.It had stopped raining by the time we got to her house. Randi brushed her lips across my.