He put the kettle on and asked me to make the coffee while he took a shower,naturally I was a bit suspicious about what was going on,but he came back ...ore or less immediately, he'd changed from his suit and tie into jeans and tshirt,very smart casual,,he seemed to be very interested in the guy who had teased him into getting his cock out,as I pointed out,that wasn't me or my business and had no idea whether the guy was gay bi or whatever,after a few minutes he asked me if I'd like to see his. ”“I couldn’t help myself, it just sounded funny when you called me bitc...” Thwack. “What was that for?”“You are not supposed to talk unless I tell you to.”“Okay sorry.” Thwack.“Bloody hell, that hurt. What did I do now?”“You are supposed to address me as mistress. You didn’t look it up, did you?”“No.” Thwack. “No mistress, I didn’t look it up.”“Now get on your knees and kiss my boots.”“But these are my best stockings.” Thwack.“Oh for god sake, that really hurts.”“Oh sorry, it’s not meant to. Further pictures followed as he slowly posed her this way and that and even made her press her nipples against the trellis as she rubbed only the ends of her nipples against the smooth wood.Soon she removed her skirt accompanied with even more pictures until her shaven cunt lips were framed by the straps of the harness and illuminated by the moon; her cunt lips were already open and moist with juices as John demanded she rub herself against the trellis, stopping her short of her first orgasm of. “I wouldn’t lie to you, Thomas, you were my first, and I wish that you were my only...” The moment I heard those words come out of my mouth, I wanted to scream! But, instead, all I could think was, I hadn’t done anything wrong, stop acting like a little bitch!But I didn’t say it out loud.I was lost at that point. I wanted to walk off. I wanted to leave, but my legs wouldn’t allow me to; they wouldn’t move. I could feel myself wanting to cry and wanting to know what the fuck was happening to me.