Again there was a long pause and I began to relax a little and take it all in, I had finished a small slice of toast, which was all I could eat as my ...tomach was churning with dread, and, if I’m honest, a flutter of excitement.The clock on the wall was at 9.25am and I started to panic about getting home and realising my pubic hair was all but gone except for the ‘V’ tuft on my pubis, I could never begin to explain that away, I gulped again.I stood and went to get my jacket when Auntie reached. I sipped my wine while trying to settle myself down. I was nervous, just like the first night when we began experimenting a month ago. We’d be breaking new ground tonight and that was unsettling for me. However, there was also a calm and I felt at peace. Chris and I were both in our proper roles: I as the Dominant and he as the submissive. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but there was something serene and tranquil about that.While finishing my last sip of wine, I couldn’t help but reflect on. I only see her when I want, I either go to her place of work and fuck her there, or she comes here. Just like a whore, except I never pay her. God knows I’ve paid enough!So last weekend, I was horny so I decided to go to her work. She is a beautician and has a salon in the suburbs. I made an appointment with her secretary for 9am on Saturday morning, making sure not to use my real name.When I got there, I waited for a few minutes then Jessica, her secretary, ushered me into the cabin. I was. She acted as if none of that happened or at least she didnt see me peeking at her pussy. If she didnt see me she didnt pretend to hide that she didn't. She looked at me as I stood up covering the bulge in my pants and she smiled an evil little smile. I thought for sure she was disgusted. She didnt put cloths on. Just wrapped in a small blanket from the foot of her bed, grabbed my hand and said "lets go get those beers". We sat and sipped for 15 minutes. She did all of the talking and I sat.