It is after work and in the privacy of my home that my more secret side comes to the fore.In those more private moments I am a Mistress or Domme, call...me what you will. Some of you may already be aware of the lifestyle, may even be part of it, in which case little more is needed in the way of explanation. Others may be completely ignorant or mildly intrigued. Although I have had one or two ‘girlfriends’ in real life most of my work, and I do think of it as work, has been done online sometimes. Lisa asked for someone to help measure me and fit me properly and a woman graded her measuring tape and started sizing me up then went and got one for me to try on. Now I've taken a few of these off other woman but never put one on so I'm sitting there looking a this thing and Lisa knocks on the door. Is everything okay in there. I open the door grab her arm and pull her in with me. What's wrong she says. Can you help me with this, I've never put one one before. Laughing she says take your top. The driver handled the crate with a power hand truck. Marilyn repeatedly cautioned him its contents were fragile, the box must stay upright as the arrows indicated. The delivery must not be delayed.Tracking number in hand, four women stood on the dock, waving as if to say goodbye. The driver could have sworn he heard them shout, "Vaya con Dios, Amiga!" Nevada women could sure be nutty.Chapter Two"Miz DeLaCruz? Miz Costello to see you." Ask her to wait a few minutes. Then hold my calls."Sharon. Emily let out a low, long moan of pleasure as he gripped her by her hips and started to fuck her harder again. Emily bit down on her bottom lip and looked over her shoulder, there wasn't much light in the coffee shop but she could see him fucking her and saw sweat form on his brow."Spank me. Spank my fucking ass!" Emily commanded as she pushed her hips back against him. mark simply nodded, keeping his thrusts slow and steady he drove into her again and again while taking his right hand off of.