She : Just go fuck yourself ,I dont need a slave like you.Fuck off.Those terms attracted me.My pulse rate was high and A possible mistress in front of...me was not different from a possible alien. I just looked at her with staring eyes.She was also smoking and said” would you mind! what are you looking at ,you jerk”! Few words came out of my mouth in a mumbling voice…”Are you looking for a Slave Mistress?”. She also stared at me,astonishingly. I said “I will try to fulfil all your kinky dreams. He told me to pick my outfit out so I selected a grey pleated mini skirt, short sleeved white blouse and tie and some black shoes, however something was missing so I asked if he had any white knee length socks as that would make me a proper schoolgirl and unfortunately he hadn’t but said he would get some for next time. Having got dressed in my uniform (still wearing stockings & suspenders) I returned to the bedroom.Peter instructed me to bend over the bed which I did, he then pulled my skirt. She spread her legs letting him know she liked it and he then fingered her harder. He then lifted her and began walking with his fingers in her cunt till he got to their cabin. Once inside he stripped and his ten inch cock popped out rock hard. She grabbed his cock and began stroking him up and down and then she grabbed one of his huge balls. She loved a man with huge nuts. As she jerked on his cock she squeezed his big fat balls. He then picked her up and put her legs around him as he slid his. He had rested his hand on my ass. I had permitted it. My husband had permitted it. But that was all.That was all except that he had checked out my reading material and he had been given an open window into my mind. But was that my mind? I mean, were those my fantasies? Or could it be just as simple as I was merely enjoying some dirty stories I had come across? I couldn't possibly want to experience those things! Just as important, did Jarrod actually want to see me being dominated, being used.