”“And stop calling me Mistress!”“Sorry, master, I mean, Melissa. It’s just that he leaves today!”“We’ll see him again soon.”“Okay,...�� I pouted, and I went to kiss her. She pulled my head back by my hair right before our lips touched. “What did you say?” she demanded.“Yes.”“Yes what?”I swallowed hard, and said, “Yes, Master.”“Mmm, I kinda like that.” She pulled my hair harder, and spat the word out again into my face, “Master.”“Yes, Master,” I moaned out again in my effeminate voice.My wife made. I chuckled.The bell dinged on the twelfth floor. I held my towel in front of my crotch, backed into the corner, and lowered my eyes as a young couple entered and turned their backs to me. I looked up. The woman's bare ass was only a foot away from me, plump and firm, jiggling as she shifted her weight while she waiting for the elevator to reach its destination. I tightened my grip on my towel.The doors opened. The couple left, my eyes locked on her ass as she walked outside. I peeked outside. I can feel your breast pressed against me as you bend to meet my waiting lips. Our kiss begins gently as your lips brush mine. Then I press against your lips with more f***e and I feel your lips part. I take the cue and extend my tongue to meet yours. I am lost in the moment, we are pressed against each other with my cock trying to penetrate you through the fabric. We linger with the kiss and then I sense you are about to break the kiss. My hands extend around you, I rub from your shoulders. "Can the cute bunny rabbit stay and have some cookies?" Sure, why not?" Henry said, his eyes this time focusing down directly at her chest as he spoke. When they returned to her face, it was clear that she'd noticed nothing. This is too cool, he thought. He could pretty much stare all he wanted, and she'd never realize. Almost as good as being invisible -- a fantasy he'd had more than once.The woman poured a glass of milk, then brought it, a plate of cookies, and Trish to the adjoining dining.