I took my phone and wrote to mistress - " Yoru slaveboy is standing outside" .. not more then a few second later her answer came - " get into the door...and follow the instructions" I entered my mistresses apartment through her main door.. a small piece of paper told me to crawl into the livingroom , take off all clothes except the thong and then kneel at the spot she arranged facing her bedroom door.. i took of my jacket and shoes and started to crawl into the living room. in there i removed. That farewell had confirmed his decision but it saddened him, considerably.On Thursday evening he told Tina that he would pick her up the next morning but was then going to drive straight home after work."I think actually," he added, "that now the evenings are light again I don't need to give you a lift in the evenings anymore or at least for the time being." OK," she whispered. "I'll miss you." Me too but, that first evening, it was only by chance that I had the car. I normally commute by. Mithun: Mom, my penis became dry.Mandhana: Mom, don’t stroke the cock in a dry situation. It will be painful. I can tell you a solution for it.Me: You again. I think it will be kinky too. Am I right?Mandhana: (with a smile) Yes you are right, mom. You can spit on the dick and you can stroke his cock.Me: I think it is not a problem.I spat on his dick and started stroking his dick in full flow. After spitting a few minutes and stroking, by mouth became dry. So I asked Mandhana to spit and stroke. I moaned in disappointment. He stood there looking at me."Mom... I want you to take my cock out," He said firmly.What? His cock? I looked around as if I had to do what he said and wanted to make sure that no one would watch. I saw the man again, seemed like it was the same person but with no dog this time. He was still far away, holding something in his hands, from time to time bringing it to his eyes. Binoculars?Oh God, this was so crazy! As if in a hypnotic state, I bent down, with my ass out.