I shook my head no. “Angelica? Christine? Caroline? Catherine? Grace? Faith? Eve?” He continued this game for a long time and eventually got tired...of not being able to figure it out. Eventually he asked, “Is it even a religious name?” I shook my head for the hundredth time. “Well you could have just said so,” he chuckled at his little joke as he flicked the end of the cloth that gagged me. “Is it Maria?” he asked, which was the same as Mary but I was tired of him asking so I nodded yes. His. As mistress wentto the bathroom I went and retrieved her breakfast. On my returnMistress came out of the bathroom wearing a sheer to the knee black bedjacket that really didn't hide anything she climbed back into bed and Iplaced her breakfast in front of her. Mistress thanked me and told meto clean up the kitchen while she ate and then return. After cleaningup the kitchen I returned to the bedroom and took mistress dishes andreturned to the kitchen and washed her dishes, I heard Mistress. All through this, I kept watching him, seeking to see his familiar smile of approval, but that night his eyes remained closed and I knew his thoughts were elsewhere. In truth, this pained me terribly, for as much as I desired him to be with me, I knew it was the mother of his children that claimed his attention.Perhaps it was because of this, my hurt and my desire to bring him back to me, that I did what came next. I had been frustrated with him for years though. Years when he pretended that. Gasping she started to close her thighs and move her hands to cover his, only to hear him growl against her neck, ‘Keep still, don’t move…..’ The pressure carried on building as he worked her, breasts, nipples, neck, clit and cunt. She just stood there, arms gripping his tee shirt behind her back, feet spread wide apart high up on the three inch heels of her shoes, vulnerable and open. Feelings pulled at her, pounding and hot, deep in her belly, low in her groin, her breasts tingled and her.