This time I put my hair up in a ponytail and even wore my daughter's smiley face panties under the schoolgirl uniform skirt hoping that my subterfuge ...ould not be questioned. It was the wife that answered the door and I could see she was giving me the once over because she probably suspected on some level that I was older than her and that just didn't seem right. I kept my answers short and sweet and concentrated on chewing my bubble gum like a cow with a cud and nothing on my mind except. Emma didn’t disappoint.More oil was dripped, on and around my engorged penis. Then her hands went to work. She massaged my balls and rubbed my crotch. Her oily palm and fingers surrounded my slimy member and she rubbed me up and down, the slippery shaft making easy going for her dexterous hands. I swelled with want. After a couple of minutes she stopped and looked at me, my eyes already staring at her pretty face.“Can I suck your cock?” she asked.I nodded. “Please,” I said.She repositioned. Having not seen her for a few days, I felt a string urge to inflict physical pain with my own hands, to eel her squirming, sweating, bucking, and smell her breath while she was screaming on top of her lungs. So, instead of the electricity room, I had her tied to the metal seat frame, arms extended, and a bucket of water emptied onto her burning body to make her fully aware that the next torment was about to start. The way her shoulders were thrown back and tied to the metal frame made her. Her piercing eyes talked as she spoke. As I stood to shake her hand and to explain that my name was Andrew, she stopped me."Andrea my name is Domme Demand. You may call me Mistress, Domme Demand, or Goddess. I shall call You Andrea or whatever I choose. Is that understood!" Yes Mistress," I whispered.She sat in her throne and told me to place the red chair in the corner and to stand next to it. She told me that she would ask all the questions, that I was not to speak unless questioned, and that.