Our first night there I was no sure how it would go. I was wandering if my wife could really get in the role of being a Dominatrix. Would she really e...joy having DD as her Slave? Could my wife become the Dominatrix that I want and need? All my questions were answered that night. My Mistress started that evening letting me know just how much she was looking forward to having DD serve her. First my Mistress painted my toenails red, something she does not like and I am not allowed to do at home.. He had been harmless in life, a shut-in NEET perhaps, but not a bad person by any means."I've been doing this a long time but you are the first human to die by such a bizarre way!" cried the goddess as she giggled uncontrollably.Kazuma could not help but be irritated by her manner, his anger growing as she declared with open mirth, "You were so terrified that you 'd be run over, you wet yourself. You passed out and were taken to a nearby hospital, and the doctors and nurses laughed at you as. None of us EVER spoke highly of our own parents; especially among my Tri-Delt sorority sisters at UVM."After all, parents are supposed to figure prominently in all the late-night sorority or dorm room horror stories of 'restrictive-this' and 'you-can't-do-that.' And God knows just how many potential or existing boyfriends that parents have scared off with our supposedly," finger quotes in the air, "puritanical outlook on sex."Everyone smiled or chuckled politely at Melissa Cavanaugh's attempt. The volume of our shared orgasm hit’s a crescendo. Our moaning in stereo as we cum. Finally it’s over. All three of us exhausted by our efforts, satisfied in a way we have never experienced before. Three bodies connected through pleasure lie on the floor breathing heavy. “I think I need a towel”Chapter 4I knock on Jane’s door. She opens it, a surprised look in her eyes.“Hi”“Hi”She moves back letting me into her hall. There’s a nervousness between us. We haven’t spoken since that night. .