I never touched her hotspots, but always wanted to. I would sometimes glance a fingertip off the edge of her bottoms by her puss when doing her legs. ...he would let me get her cheeks. Man, what a firm ass, I remember.I would get what I was allowed to do rubbed in and go to work. I would hear her get up from the squeaky lounger, take off her suit, such as it was and lay back down.I would peek between the fence slats and check her out. Seeing her completely nude was such a turn on, especially for. She put her face very close to mine. Her long hair fell on mycheeks. Her face was so close, and it was very erotic. She spoke to mesoftly and sweetly, but firmly."Is Sarah afraid of the blindfold? Maybe you'd like to watch whathappens. What would Sarah do to please her mistress?" Of course I hadonly one possible reply: "Anything Mistress." And then to ease some ofmy discomfort, I blurted out, You're so beautiful, Mistress."Well, she was beautiful. But Mistress was clearly annoyed. "Oh,. That was not an appropriate response." Much better. Now, where were you?" I take a breath and try to answer confidently, whispering will only make you angry. "I was with some girls from work. We went out to dinner and had a drink." "That's better. Did you let me know?" No, sir." And why not?" I just forgot, sir." My breathing is becoming heavy as you question me. "You've been forgetting a lot lately. Forgetting to tell me when you're coming home late, forgetting to tell me when you're expecting. I asked her if everything was all right. She said she had a confession to make, that she had given Jeff a going away gift. I said that was nice, what was it. With both her hands she reached up and removed my hand from her breast and steered it up over her head and down between her legs to her crotch. She then proceeded to put my hand on her naked pussy, which was just inches below the hem of her dress.You gave Jeff your panties, I asked, just as we were pulling into our garage. Yes but not just.