Suddenly she pulled back her hand and turned the other side on the bed. I was still lying on the floor. I asked herMe – “What happened?”.She –...“Nothing”Me – “ I cant see you. ”She – Why cant you?Me – You have turned the other side.She – Then come to this side and see.Although the sentence sounds very normal, that was the most seductive sentence I had heard. I went on to the bed and turned her towards me. She was looking somewhere else. I kissed her neck and her cheeks. She didn’t resist. Then I. She moved aside as I reached her. "Stop right there slave!" She said angrily. I stopped dead, my arousal and need to obey still controlling my body. "Missy I.."It's Mistress slave!" She said interrupting me. "Mistress. I'm sorry but this was a big mistake." I said pleading with her. "Really, cause you seemed to be right at home on your knees." She said casually. "No I'm a married woman, This needs to stay between us ok?" I asked hopefully. Her expression changed to a cold one. "This isn't going. For him, being seen with this gorgeous piece of arm candy at his side was like a shot of pure adrenaline for his career. Once seen as a washed-up relic of Hollywood’s past, Olin’s company had seen a recent resurgence in activity and investor interest in the wake of his marriage to Angela. In keeping with the underlying belief of Hollywood, appearances are everything. To be seen as virile and active was like writing a blank check. The offers of investment into long written-off projects began to. She kept walking around me, using her handsto trace out my shoulder, I maintained mycalm composure, she bent behind me andwhispered into my ear“Don’t worry, I will take care of you” Shesaid.Her accent seemed strange, not Nigerian,not American or British neither. I startedputting things together, the colour of herbody was different, even her hair didn't seemlike the regular Brazilian hair. She was SouthAmerican??? Her skin tone and her face willsuggest either Mexican or Puerto Rican, shemust be.