There was another guy who I chatted with named Jim. He was a couple years older than me, a biker type, married and just wanted to be serviced. That's ...xactly what I was looking for!We made arrangements for Jim to come to my apartment the next evening. He showed up around 8pm, and we spoke briefly, he asked if I would put on some porn as we sat in my living room. I put on a porn vid, and after a couple of minutes I put my hand on his thigh and began rubbing towards his cock, which was getting. I still had time, I told myself. I could still back out, or I could find someone else to call.I browsed through Mistresses until I found one that sounded degrading enough. Without hesitation I hit the “Call” button again, waited for my phone to ring again and nervously pushed through the brief menus. Ringing, again. More ringing. Then the pre-recorded voice comes through, “please introduce yourselves.”“This is Mistress Sasha,” her voice was harsh, amused.“Hi, yeah,” I said, voice shaking a. She looked shocked for a few seconds, but quickly recovered and said “If that is what you want beta, then yes, they are over.” trying to give her son a smile.She still hadn’t changed out of the kameez (Indian top), that she was wearing and the dupatta was still around her neck. she was wearing them from earlier, while they were having a romantic dinner earlier that night. Her salwar (Indian trousers) lay strewn across the couch in the other room, leaving the lower part of body naked, with her. I knew that she has reached her “Breaking point” by observing her few signs and now all it required was a slight approach from my side. So I was looking for any perfect time and I got it when I came to know that the husband is going on a tour for a week and I was like this is it!I knew I had the morning time when I could fuck her brains out as her kids would be at school. So after her husband left I went to her around 9.30 am and she offered me tea as it was end of January so it was still.