What else did she tell her?"Yes, Ma'am," I said with a little tremble in my voice."Frieda," she said again. "Well, I can see that you got your clothes...back!"And the funny part of this was, at that moment, I was wearing the same training suit as on that fateful night. Well, not that I was wearing it when I got caught by Sally that night, but it sure had been nearby.I didn't know how to respond on her statement and decided to keep quiet this time. However, I could see the smile on that woman's. She gives the best head I’ve ever had and when I’ve told her this, she replies “You’re not the first guy to say that”. Obviously, as slutty as she was in her younger days, she certainly had a lot practice! After a while she got up, climbed onto my cock and started riding me. I told her tell me another story. She looked down at me with a devilish grin and told me that the story last night wasn’t the end and she stayed until Sunday so they fucked Saturday too.I asked her “What happened”? She said. I was born at night, it just didn’t happen to be last night. I was most suspicious from the get-go, but clung to the slight hope you were real, and not too good to be true. That was what you were depending on to pull off your scam! I had less of a chance that you were real than I have in winning the lottery. I can only wonder if you orgasm when you sit back to enjoy the thrill of scamming old men. I do not doubt your panties getting wet, but not from thinking of me sexually, but rather of. Mary was making money from her dominatrix business but she refused to share that with me. She told me, ?If you are going to beg for money go ask Daddy for it. I am not a woman who will support an unemployed bum.? Unemployed bum? I was kept busy doing housework and helping Mistress Mary earn money from her Domination gig. Despite Mary telling me how useless I was an hour later she told me, ?I have an important client that I want to try something new on. I am going to try it on you.