She pulled me into her and took my hand to put it on her breasts, and I fondled them through her t-shirt before stroking down her body to slip my hand...into her shorts. For a minute or two I stroked her pussy through her cotton panties, then pushed them to one side to slide my fingers inside her. She moaned and bit her lip, then unzipped my trousers, and took my hard cock in her hand. I lifted my hips so she could push my trousers and pants down, and she wriggled out of her shorts and panties. I am just another cheater. Yes, I know, you agreed to my fucking her and I agreed to your fucking Bob. That is not he point. Our sacred vows of fidelity didn’t agree to this. My mind agreed but my soul never agreed. Somehow, my soul just went to sleep on me last night. I feel so guilty for enjoying her body. My self image is broken. How could I have ever agreed and even wanted it. I am so terribly disappointed in myself. I have crushed my own soul and integrity. Janet, I am so sorry. I don’t. "Your name is now Christobel, and you are my servant.I am your Mistress. You will obey me at all times. What is your name?" Christobel," he replied. "What must you do at all times?" "Obey you." Who am I?" "Mistress." She continued reinforcing the message, and thendecided to move on to behaviours. She stood and looked down at him."Stand and curtsey to me." The word was enough to get him going. He stoodand very awkwardly curtseyed. "Again, curtsey ten times."He got no better, but it was a start.. The need in her bladder reminded her that she still needed to go.Suzanne approached the table, the piss puddle she had made glistening in the light from the overhead bulbs. She wondered if she should just squat over it again and top it up with a new spray of piss from her bare pussy. She pulled out the nearest chair with the intent of clambering onto it to reach the table when another idea arrived.She plonked into the chair, drawing it up to the table as though she had just joined a meeting..