My mind wanders; I think about work, aboutthe stack of unanswered mail that will still be on my deskMonday morning. Maybe, I think, this was a mistake... Maybe weshould have accepted Gene and Doris' invitation to spend theweekend on the lake.It has been almost a month since Mistress gave me to Patrick. Inthe interim she has escalated her dominance. It is no longerjust a Saturday afternoon diversion. Now I submit to her everyday. "From now on," she had said the day after Patrick had taken mymouth,. “Oh, yes, yes, I've been such a bad, bad girl.”“Are you enjoying this?” asked Kyra.“Mmm, I am, Queen Kyra!” The girl wiggled her hips. “I've been soooo bad. Punish me!”“God, why does this make me so wet?” Kyra asked me as she cocked back her arm.Cock throbbing, I moaned, “Because that's a dirty, nasty slut that wants you to spank her ass, get her dripping wet, and then you're going to unleash her on your pussy. She's going to lick you. Eat you. She's going to suck that clit until you cum so. You know how these things go, though. All too soon, I felt Mitch growingsoft and pulling out of me.I felt empty, suddenly. Empty in a way I?d never experienced before. Iwanted him back inside me, but knew from first hand experience that heneeded to recover before we could even consider another round of lovemaking.Before the night was over, though, we?d tried my new favorite sport threemore ways. With me facing Mitch, with me on top of Mitch and with Mitchstanding and holding me by my splayed. More fervent and yet ... restrained. She moaned beneath his mouth and when she squirmed he put his hands on her."Keep still for me..." Why... ?"He broke his kiss, my lips still tingling and just looked at me in mild reproach."Just do ... I'm in control here."She chuckled nervously."It's just an interview ... I could walk right out of here right now and ... report you..."He chuckled loudly, his chest rumbling with it and she bit her lip because it was at her wasn't it?"Mr. Castillano..." Call me.