“All you have to do is kneel and submit to my authority”. This is a new client I can't do this but even as these thoughts flew through my mind I f...und myself lowereing my self to kneel at her side. I watch as she walks to the table and picks up the mask and places it over her face disguising her form me and hiding all view of emotion. She look at her husband and tells him to go and get changed.She walks back to me and stands in front of my kneeling body. “Get up, strip and put your clothes. The last three weeks I spent fantasising about the idea of being taken again. I was scared, confused, excited. I felt my body aching for his touch and couldn't believe how much I wanted it. He walked in and looked down, his eyes as always immediately drawn to the cleavage of my big breasts. I smiled, saying"There are few things I really need to clear with you, could you close the door? I don't want anyone walking in on this."As he spun and closed the door, I stood and walked up behind him. He did love a good set of tits! She also confided in him that she was 130 lbs. - not a small girl, but not morbidly obese either. He said he didn't mind a girl with a little "meat on her bones"... that he was glad she wasn't a twiggy little runway model type. She had smiled and giggled at that remark. A lot of the guys she had seen online wanted the supermodel type girl. And a lot of girls portrayed themselves as such. He had told her that he was six foot tall, well built, with sandy blonde. “Gaaaaaaawwwwwwdddddd. . . what. . . are you doing to me? Don’t. . please. . . don’t. . “ she was frightened at his strength. His powerful young body was all dominant and she was helpless in his hands. “What are you blathering, mommy? Do you know what you are? Just a shrimp; a little, small thing. And I’m your master. Call me sir and tell me who’s your master! Go ahead, little mommy, I want to hear from you!!”And while his meaty fingers continued to ravish her inner parts, the poor lady.