Vicki had bought several more short dresses, including the spandex "little black dress" that she wore that night. We sat at the bar for a while, but w...en that didn't create any interest, we moved to one of the high tables again. As Vicki climbed onto her bar stool, she "shrugged" her shoulders, pulling the dress up to the top of her thighs when she sat down. Much like the other night, guys noticed her and came to the table. This time two different guys alternated dancing with her, while a third. I let her in and showed her what she would be doing for Granpa, giving meds, baths, and prepaing meals but I couldn’t help staring at her awesome ass filling out that skirt and those tits were to die for. Finally I asked did she have any questions for me, and she responded by asking me was I married or had a girlfriend. Neither, I said and watched her size me up from head to toe, after you get Granpa down for his nap we can talk more. I waited in the den until she finished her duties and could. After a little small talk and coffee I said that it is very important that the 2 of you now leave your slave and submissive sides in the TV room, here and now the 3 of us MUST be equals, you both must be open with your thoughts and feelings, as I will be, otherwise this will not work.We chatted and chatted and before we knew it, we had been talking for 3 hours, finally I asked my slave if she needed more time to decide if she was fully comfortable with what had been discussed, she said she was. .. Sir...” “What do you mean... no? You like being frigged. You’ll like this even better. Oh yes... I’m sure of that!” “Please, Sir... I’m frightened...” “Don’t keep saying that.” “I c-can’t help it, Sir...” “Take hold of it, my pretty.” “Oh Sir... please...” “Take hold of it!” Melissa’s slim white hand gripped his solid organ. It was throbbing hot and the hand was cool.“Like the feel of it?” “I... I don’t know, Sir...” “I think you do, young lady!” “I... I like the feel of it, Sir...” Havers.