He concentrated on watching her. She'd put on a light jacket which, thankfully, did not obscure the delightfully round bottom in her skin-tight jeans....Watching the globes of her ass rise and fall, tighten and loosen, already made the whole trip worth it, even if that was all he got to see of her.He suddenly thought about how she had laid out for him, but then immediately dismissed the concept that she might do that while he was actually here.No ... he wasn't going to even mention it. He was. Alone again, I delved further into the experience I felt at the orgy, spending day and night contemplating it and any way I could make it happen and mapping out a methodology to amplify the experience when and if it did. Out of my constant thoughts, my obsession, I developed a way to contemplate while participating in the world, a sort of dual consciousness. The day it fully developed, when instead of snapping back and forth from one focus to another like blinking in REM sleep I was able to. Will you hate me then?”Jennifer looked up into the radiance of Her Lady’s face, softened now with compassion and sweet memories. The pain in her buttocks seemed to have vanished to be replaced with by a far more profound ache in her breast. It was an ache of desperate love and the gripping fear that she would prove unworthy of such a Mistress and cast away from the sweetness of her presence forever. “No My Lady.” she whispered. “I will not hate you. I cannot! I will love you! I will love you. Sparks was sitting in her car at the end of the parking lot. I drove over to her car and parked next to it, careful to make sure it didn’t look obvious that I knew her to those hanging out at the park. I picked up my cell phone and called Mrs. Sparks. Oh my God, I can’t believe it’s today, I thought to myself, today will be fucking awesome! “Hello Robert.” Said Mrs. Sparks on the phone in a seductive voice, filled with passion. “Hello Mrs. Sparks, how are—“ “Robert, how many times have I told.