When I first called up Mistress I was greeted by the voice of an older sounding woman, probably in her 50's. I explained my situation to her and what ... was after, and she seemed all toohappy to work with me on it. When I asked her what she thought the chances were that I'd have a prostate orgasm, I remember he wittingly saying "honey I've probably made more guys cum withtheir ass than you've cum at all, I think our odds are pretty good." I didn't know if that was true or not, but at least her. In one instance I tried calling after midnight and still couldn't connect with her.She told me she was getting really tired after the flights in and the long days working with clients and giving demonstrations. According to Sally she just wasn't answering the phone. If I left a message she called me the next morning at work, usually around 8:15 just after I got to my desk. Needing to get some rest after the arrival flight was the reason she gave for flying out the day before. She told me she. The usual sellers were there along with the usual filth and smells that mixed together, but a large crowd was gathering in the middle of the square, people tossing coins to a woman who called for attention. She was making a lot of money. She rolled it up in a white cloth and stuffed it in the pocket of her blue gown."Gather round and hear my tale,"She called, "The tale of the man who claims to be great and feared, hear how I tempted him to a night of lust.." That voice was familiar.Swift pushed. Placing it gently on thetable I glanced through it. The first page read, "The Spells of theNacirema: a Coven of Witches at WU." If I had known then what I know now,I would have left it there, but that was my first mistake.Thinking back I remembered that there had been stories of a raid on thiscollege back in the 1950's. I even think that the FBI got involved. Backthen this had been an all girls school and only the cr?me d'la cr?me ofsociety sent their daughters here. Apparently a couple of them.