Something weird was happening with the Mistresses.It has to do with power... or authority... or assertiveness or something. Before this summer, I didn...��t know I was a submissive. And over the weeks, I’ve figured out that I am less assertive– or maybe I should say more submissive– than holly or puddy tat or cheryl... especially cheryl. She scares me sometimes. There are times that her dark eyes look like they are boring right through me. It’s pretty obvious that she is the head slave– or. It's become something of an evening ritual. He comes home from work about 5pm and I help put away his things, hang up his clothes and start the shower. I soap him up and lather his firm chest and abs get him hard somewhere along the way and stroke a bit as we go. Then I pat him dry with a towel and lead him by the hand into the living room, where he sits down on the couch with a beer. I'm standing in from of him working the remote to find his favorite sports game. He pats my ass and kisses each. We had at least ten minutes before our class, so we started walking to class together. On the way to class, I saw Jacob sitting and chatting with his friends. I could feel my face getting hot. Memories of my dream came flooding back into my mind, making me wet. “Are you okay, Jenny?” Douglas asked me, looking concerned as he touched my face. “Yeah, I am,” I lied as I took my eyes off Jacob to look at Douglas. “Are you sure?” “Yes… I’ll see you in class okay? I want to go to the restroom first,”. Once inside of her I twist and wiggle my fist, slightly opening and closing it. I pointed my palm upwards and opened a little hole in my fist, I slid my cock in against my wrist, and I could feel my cock in my hand, while in her ass. I pulled everything out and her ass was left open. I could see right into her ass, slap my cock from side to side on her hole, throw my fist in and out of it with ease. I even poured a glass of warm water in there, and it held it there like a pool, then slurped it.