It soon became second nature to me to switch roles when I switched eras. I was as comfortable as an explorer and advisor to a queen in the future, as ... was as a muleskinner and rancher in the past. I even became comfortable with the technical jargon the future employed.It took a few trips back and forth to establish a routine that worked for everyone, but by the third trip, we had a system with which everyone (but most especially me) could live. The system wasn't rigidly structured, because I. By the time I’d arrived back in L.A. last night he was out with his friends doing the clubs (and possibly other things) and I just couldn’t disturb his stag night.Now I was ready and I scanned myself in the mirror, beautiful, there was no sign that I’d been an absolute whore for the previous couple of days. I felt so guilty that I’d had sex with other men and so exhilarated as that pleasant moistness warmed through me again. Cynically I was dressed all in white and the deceit fortified me. Mistress Jill smiled. "My, I do like obedient girls. Now it's time to really impress me." As she spoke, she walked over to her closet and came back with a skirt hanger. Handing me the hanger, she said, "Remove your clothes except for your heels and place the clamps of this hanger on your nipples. You have two minutes," My face still stinging, I didn't hesitate to quickly remove my skirt and my blazer, laying them over the chair I had been sitting in. I unbuttoned my blouse and slid if off my. I gasped and clung to the bed trying my best not to slide right onto the floor in ecstasy. He kept working my pussy like pro and I was ready to explode. Out of nowhere he stopped and yanked my shorts off. When nothing happened for a few seconds I stood up only to have his push me back down and grab my hips before ramming his cock into me. I moaned and grabbed my bed again, this time hanging on for dear life, terrified that I'd shoot off like a rocket at any second.Every couple minutes I'd moan.