”“If we must,” Katie sighed, sticking her lower lip out in an exaggerated pout. It almost worked on me, at least until she giggled. She stood an... offered me a hand up so that she could pull me into an embrace as I rose from the bed.The wet spot wasn’t that big, but we still stripped the sheets from the bed and carried them down to the laundry room and got them washing. Then it was time for us to get clean.Showering with Katie is almost as nice as making love to her. Slick soap, smooth skin,. Whatever. I found myself in a funk and I needed to get myself out of it. I went to a bar, and met this tall, good-looking black man named Terrence Peterson. There was a very pretty black woman with him but I only had eyes for him. The brother had it going on. He was in his mid-thirties, fine-looking, well-dressed. We got to talking and I found out a lot more about him than I was prepared for. Terrence Peterson was a recent graduate of the Northeastern University Law School. He recently got. During my training, a yearand a half ago, she had been more of a drill sergeant, but as myresistance diminished, so did her manners resurface. The manners andkindness, I had once appreciated in my wife - the very same person Icalled Mistress now.I hated this so much. I hated my weakness, my unusefulness, my cowardness.I did not even hesitate but replied promptly: "Yes Mistress, it is mypleasure" Now, I strode over to Master Seans side of the bed and climbedonto it. My nylonclad legs slid. It wasn’t working like you had hoped, we try it for a bit more then you got an idea. You then told me to get up and to turn around so my bum is facing outside the car; you’re standing outside of the car, you then pulled me to the edge of the seat. I was bent over with my ass in the air; you pushed me so my ass goes higher. You had the perfect angle. You started to lick my pussy, to get my juices flowing. Then rammed my pussy from behind, I moaned and screamed so loud in pleasure, I didn’t care.