Maybe it was her satin smooth skin the color of warm butterscotch, or the sparkling dark eyes I could lose myself in, or her killer bod -- generous bo...bs and great hips -- on a short but sturdy frame.Or maybe it was her courage and commitment to my safety. The seeds of what became a very personal relationship been planted at our very first encounter, the strategy meeting to take down the Worm. When I'd dropped off the radar during the sting to nail the bastard she was ready to tear the school. "I thought of Betty. A dowdy and fat old lady, she'd been with thecompany for 25 years. She must be 250 pounds... or more."You mean I would have to..." I said, my eyes wide."...lick her pussy?" Rachael finished for me, "Yes, you might. Or lickher anus. Or anything else that I asked you to lick. Now SIGN!"Startled by her shout, I signed."And also initial this addendum, where it says 'bodily contact withothers cannot be refused under threat of disciplinary action,regardless of gender." Rachael. I could feel myself melting into her,becoming her. My eye shadow, the same shade as hers,blended into her. My lipstick, also in her shade, began toblur into hers. Her way of owning me was to re-create me inher image. My hair, dyed the same auburn color and done inher razor-cut shag style, reached out and merged with hers.Continuing to hold eye contact, Mistress leaned down andlightly pushed me to the floor. I fell back in a timelessrapture. Her fingers remained wrapped in my hair and shetwisted. I'm sure I was grinning like a bastard, but I have no recollection, consumed as I was by lust and passion. With a firm grasp on my swollen member, she looked me straight in the eye and said, "I wondered what this looked like. Damn, this cock is gorgeous!"Unsure how to respond, I mumbled a quick "Thanks."Tightening her grip on my cock with her right hand, she reached up with her left hand behind my head and pulled my face forward. Inches away, she looked straight into my eyes and said, "Kiss.