She had a perfect routine and I noticed how good she looked in the Lycra leotard, actually too good. Her big tits and hard nipples were on display for...all to see. The leotard was so tight in her crotch that I could plainly see her prominent camel toe, and even a little bit of the inner folds. When she was finished, Carl put his arm around my shoulder and whispered in my ear, “Damn Ed, I’d love to stick my big cock into that sweet, white pussy and fill her with my cream. Look how puffy her lips. He had managed to hold his tongue fairly well, but the longer the dinner lasted the more his rear and the area between his legs began to itch. When it became unbearable, he approached the kitchen mistress. "Missus, I need to go find Mesha." He then explained his predicament."They's watchin' ya closely, girl. They'll be gettin' s'picious if'n ya up an' dis'pear alla suddens." Then send someone else for her. Please," he pleaded, "I can not bear this itching much longer." All right, girl. Ya go on. She might make a tasty little diversion from his usual clientele. Since getting his graduate degrees, Eric had settled into a very profitable and "satisfying" career as a psychologist in Los Angeles. Just as he had planned, the vast majority of his patients, including two starlets and a major studio diva, were voluptuous women, who he bedded with regularity. He was literally surrounded by attractive women who trusted him. In return, he betrayed that trust by seducing them to satisfy his own. I felt guilty if I couldn't contact her even though she knew perfectly well that I couldn't . I started to feel different, freer and ... more slutty " so?" I said this point to make her understand that I wanted it to continue“I had found serenity and happiness thanks to a stranger who understood everything about me without even looking at me. I felt understood and therefore happy! And now I'm here in front of her to show her my submission, the acceptance of my role, and this in complete.