A great tragedy.’ The words hit her like a slap across the face, yet she felt the recoil in her belly. ‘What? What do you mean by that?’ The man...looked around, unsure of himself, sure of what he wanted to say, unsure of how to say it. ‘I saw you play in Paris once,’ he finally said and Anna quickly looked away, her eyes now distant, almost vacant. Neither knew what to say as memories drifted in the air between them, and time seemed to slow, then stop. Sasha longer to hear her play again, Anna. As I looked up at her sitting on the toilet, her hand slowly massagingand kneading my cock, smiling at me with a look of total Domination andtriumph, I asked the fatal question that has put me in the situation Iwill remain for ever bound to. "Mistress Sara, can I cum if I agree toall of your rules and to go to what ever degrees of this new life I amgetting into? Please Mistress Sara, I need to cum so badly I will doanything but I am scared at what you want me to do," I all but screamedat her!. I followed her instructions fumbling a bit then got it inplace. She helped fit the straps and was pleased how well it fit. She wasright, no pushing up or making boobs on me. The soft material did make animmediate improvement in how my chest felt. She told me to put thecamisole back on to further help friction with my clothing. Next she threwme the bottoms to the jogging set. I pulled the pants up and they fitgreat. Snug in the waist and just the right amount of room in the ass. Shehad me put. Eventually with a resigned nod she set her purse on his desk and unzipped her dress. It was a similar style as the one she’d worn last time, funnily enough. She unlooped the straps knotted behind her neck over her head and let the dress slide off her, stepping out of it and draping it across the desk over her purse. She was now wearing only sandals and panties, which left little to the imagination. She folded her hands protectively in front of her crotch, which was still covered, feeling no.