’ She said, ‘Mmmm, I’ve never had one there. Deeper, please master. All the way in.’ She looked back into those living green eyes, like phosph...luminescent algae. ‘Is that a promise or threat?’ ‘They’re the same. You know you are forgetting something from last night.’ ‘Yes I know. I’m not ready to talk about it.’ ‘Talk or I spank you.’ She hesitated, trying to get his finger further in. ‘Well?’ he said. ‘I’m thinking. Anyway, I don’t think, don’t spank me please, I don’t think we have time to. She said she had been through several situations where the guy really couldn't do it, and she and her friends were tired of wasting time. So I had three days to confirm the meeting via email.The fact that I was 29, single, living alone with no living relatives in the state appealed to her. She was up front that she wanted a full-time toilet to be shared with over a dozen or more women, all aged in their forties to sixties and all with large, round bottoms. She guaranteed me everyone of them. ”“Does that mean, you want to make love to my mother?”“No ... No ... not at all. I love you, and you alone. Although the idea of seeing your mother naked has gotten into my dreams a few times.”SLAP!“Do you want me to be honest, or to keep things from you?”“Sorry, that surprised me, I didn’t hurt you, did I?”“No, I’m a little tired, would you lay down with me, for a while?”“Sure, anytime. Want me naked?”“I would love that, but it can’t happen with everyone in the house. Just cuddle behind me for. Her arms were either side of his head, hands clasped behind his neck. ‘Do you feel any stress, Paul? Any tension, any worry?’ she asked, swaying slightly from side to side. ‘…no…’ he managed in return, lost in the blue. Somehow, the symbol was inside her eyes, turning and looping and circling and… ‘Who am I, Paul?’ she asked, leaning right forward so her breath blew softly over his face. ‘…Lisa…’ he returned. ‘I am your Mistress, Paul, your Queen, your Goddess…who am I?’ ‘…Mistress…’ How could.