She became dull and her face became pale. I consoled her. She asked when I am leaving. I told, next Monday. She asked me to come for lunch on Saturday... I agreed. Daily we met to the gym. And Saturday came.I reached her house at 9.30 am. She opened the door and tried to hug me, but I didn’t hug her and sat on the sofa with a fake anger. She sat beside me and didn’t speak to me. She held my hand and asked what happened? I told, I was expecting you in saree, but you are in nighty. She went inside. ” “I’d like you to come home with me and let me observe what a naked female prompts a man to do,” she said enticingly. An unstated answer seemed to pass between them and Phil followed Lenore out of the library and walked behind her for two blocks to her apartment. The gentle sway of her hips and the way her skirt danced around her legs beckoned to him like a female Pied Piper. They were soon in her bedroom, and he watched her undress. Phil undressed except for his boxers and joined her on the. After the move was over, she asked me how long my cock was. I told her it was about average and was almost 6 inches. To tell the truth it's more like 5 1/2" and I've always been a little conscious of it being thin as well as a little short, but because my wife had no previous experience it never seemed to matter to her before. But now she had seen these monster cocks on the screen and she realized, of course, that they were about double what I had. I realized I couldn't hide the fact that mine. My new mistress walked over to me and said, this is your last chance to walk away from what is about to happen, but if I stay, what safe word would I like to use as this could be pretty scary for the uninitiated. I had been a slave a few times before and had been used by multiple people at the same time so I knew roughly what to expect, or so I thought. I gave my mistress my safe word, Rumplestiltskin. My mistress, her name was Ann, was wearing a short skirt, heels and a see-through blouse.