.. it was US Navy blue and as tall as I am. I slumped to a chair.“You’re new,” she wasn’t asking. She was telling.I nodded, and croaked out, �...�Coffee ... and whole wheat toast buttered, please and thank you.”“Seaman?” That was a genuine question. She called in my order and poured a cup at the same time.“Not exactly.” I said after a sip. “You saved my life,” as the toast slid in front of me.“Jam?”“I wouldn’t want to spoil the butter...” A huge bite, “Mmmm.”“Not exactly? What does that. "You got to be kidding." I replied and I looked into her eyes. She wasn't kidding. "I would be cheating on Whitney and you be cheating on Joe. That’s incest, fornication etc. You get my point." "Owen it isn't all that if no one finds out." She said. I kept silent.I had removed my jean and I had only my boxers. I usually sleep with only my boxers. She looked at my slowly bulging boxers then she disrobed.Now she had only her heels and a bracelet. I could help but notice her tits. They were not. Over the months following our meeting, I courted her with ardent gentleness, acutely sensitive to her misgivings, but knowing that her final surrender when it came, would be irrevocable. With every day that passed, I fell deeper under the spell of her beauty and charm until what had merely been simple lust blossomed into overwhelming passion.It was on another lovely Spring night that she finally became my mistress, allowing me to take her virginity, when after her first initial shyness she. Anything, including killing somebody, or yourself, or parading down the street naked? I asked, hypothetically of course-although truthfully, the idea of seeing her naked was highly intriguing and had long since captured my imagination.Yes, Master, was her response, although she qualified immediately after that if she did any of those things, she probably would not be able to serve me any more. I experienced yet another humbling moment as I entertained the notion for the first time that this.