I belong to Mistress Sarah.” I passed him the note, and he handed me back the change and included a card. “That’s my private number on the back... Give me a call sometime,” he said. I didn’t reply, but I did walk quite slowly back towards the house. I even pulled my dress up just a little, allowing him to see my stocking tops. Just as I reached the door I heard him pull away. Looking up, I saw Mistress Sarah standing there. She had changed her clothes and was wearing a black basque, stockings. Skin so pale that the blue of veins shown through. The dress was sequined in overlapping platinum disks, giving it an almost scaled appearance, scooped in the front, exposing the tops of firm breasts. A jewel encrusted gold chain belt cinched her waist.She gestured with her hands and spoke a word of command, whereupon a strong fresh wind rushed through and swept up the years of debris. Her lair was transformed into a plush sitting room with bookshelves, paintings and tapestries on the walls,. Has given her and now she feels like a sexy young woman again, withsome wants and needs that only a hard cook could take care of. Deb wastalking to my wife today and she told her about me and that I might bejust what she needed. Since I was dressed as a woman she could foolaround with me and not worry about me talking about her and it would belike her having sex with a woman not a real man kind of. My wife saidthat I was going to be her little whore and make her some money. Tonightwas for her. Her pussy slammed down hard onto his cock one last time, nearly sending them to the floor, before she threw her head back and screamed. Her body then tensed and began to shake in his arms. Her pussy clamped tight around his cock and then he felt it. Her orgasm and delicious juices flooded over him, soaking his cock still buried deep inside her.He held her close for a moment, letting her ride the wave of her orgasm before he was forced to stumble back toward the bed. His arms ached, but he did.