My only saving thought was that in this position he would last as long as he usually did, a few more moments of being punished and he would fill my as..., and it would be over, all I had to do was push through the onslaught."Is that all you got?" I said with my face pressed against the floor. "I left you for another man, with a smaller dick, that couldn't last half the time you do, and this is all you got?"I knew it was suicide at this point to push him further, but I had no choice. I either let. "What now?" I asked. "Do you want me to dress up for you, Do you want to dress me up, or would you prefer instructing my dressing, or what?" "I believe I have all weekend with you. So for now, I want you to do your very best to dress yourself up and look 'pretty' for me... Bitch!" If I am to be your slave, does that make you my Mistress?" Why yes," she said, giggling, "come to think of it. That sounds just about right... I am to be your Mistress!" If I am to dress for you, it will take me about. "You have to come on again," he told me. "I won't take no for an answer!I think your appearance is going to be huge so we could even get you backon in a few weeks." Oh that's very kind of you," I said as I felt my breasts pushed againsthis soft body, those arms wrapping around me like thick snakes. Hereleased me and thanked Mark too, although didn't invite him back quiteso soon.Mark handed me a glass of champagne and took a sip of one he was holding."So what are you doing now?" he said "It's. .." Don't say that. We love each other, Sarah. There has to be a way." But how?" Look, you said yourself that it's been a long time since Charlie has been downstairs. He's virtually bedridden. Suppose we took the downstairs den and made it into a bedroom for us. Upstairs is yours and Charlie's. Downstairs belongs to you and me. I never go upstairs and Charlie never comes down. Each of us has a personal and private life with you." I... just don't know. I do want to be with you, Michael." Think.