"May I cum, please Mistress?"Her response this time, "Cum!"I tried my hardest to fulfill my Mistress' wishes, but it wasn't happening for some reason.... Maybe my mind wasn't in the game, maybe I was just too turned on to do it, I don't know. All I do know is I was feeling my cock throbbing, and throbbing, and throbbing. As Mistress was trying to urge my hot load from my cock, I found her dripping pussy and began to finger her clit and finger-fuck her pussy. I don't know who was moaning more,. My master has taken me there for some abuse and humiliation. He has told me to wear a slutty dress which is very short and with cut outs in the front and back which make the straps of my g-string clearly visible. My master tells me to go to get some drinks from the bar for us but he doesn't give me any money. "You'll have to find some other way to pay" he tells me. I walk to the bar and I can feel the eyes of every man following the movements of my ass as it threatens to pop clear of my dress.. It's merit is that it is short, and I'm not sure why I even include it in this journal, but since I have the notes."You've met my nephew," the charming lady said to me."Of course," I said, not knowing her nephew from the king."He's got some woman problems. I told him I knew a man that might be able to help. You," she said, tapping me on the chest with her fan."Women? I don't know anything about women," I said."Obviously," she said, "but get over there and do what you can for him. He's alone. Does she know I’ve been with someone? Yes. I’m sure she suspects Melody. Beyond that, I have no idea. It’s not something I talk about with her. You only know because of the way our friendship developed.”“Because I shut you down.”“Because you did what you needed to do for you. And I told you, if you remember, I could accept that kind of relationship if that’s what you needed.”“And I told you ‘no’, because I had no idea if I’d ever want to do that with you.”“But today?”“Maybe it was foolish, but.