Hadn'thappened...s-soon...sooner...Todd's world went dark.***It felt wrong. Everything felt wrong, but at least the time of day wasapparent. They'd......hey'd been going at it all afternoon,evening...night...and the morning of the next day. But...more thanthat...something was terrible, impossibly wrong. The hand raised to thelight was slender, delicate, and feminine. No...that...that doesn'tmake sense.The tingle...the sensation of swelling...bloating in the chest...thatdidn't make sense either.. Pamela was a woman that I could love forever.Standing there in my office totally nude she asked me, “Would you like to fuck me?”She didn’t have to ask me twice, “Yes. Lock the door while I get undressed.”Pamela said, “It’s already locked. Do you think that I’d be standing here like this if it weren’t?”I replied, “I don’t know.”Pamela smiled and said, “Look I’m fucking pissed at my husband right now and you have been on my radar for quite sometime. I practically threw myself at you. Fuck that, I. She loves, loves, loves it and, apparently, I'm the only person who's ever zeroed in down there.Past Wednesdays, she's had several awe-inspiring orgasms using fingers and a vibrator while I suckle her asshole. After one of those, my head is drenched because I encourage her to let loose and pee freely when she cums. At first, she was reluctant, not because she wasn't aroused by*********************************************************************************************************the idea, but. ” She paused, looked around the room, and then said firmly, “Remember only Ma’ams and Mistresses may vote.”I leaned over to Shelly and asked softly, “What’s the difference between a Ma’am and a Mistress?”It was Margi, however, who answered me... more or less. She gave me a really strange smile and said, “It all depends on who’s moving and who’s on top.”Shelly gave her a very stern look and said very softly, “A Ma’am is an independent woman who knows her own power. A Mistress is a Ma’am who.