She pushed him back inside and locked the door behind them. She was tall and wore high stilettos. She smiled at him and he immediately felt utterly p...werless. His heart pounded. “Do you like my stockings?” she questioned. “Yes. Yes I do!” he stammered. “Your legs are stunning.” Her eyes widened. She stood close to him and he nervously took a pace back against the wall. She stepped forward to him and slid a hand between his legs and caressed his crotch through the material of his suit. They were laughing and chatting it up more than the others. I went to Ashley and had her stand up so she could sit on my lap next to Chris. I admit this was a power move to let Chris know this was my girl now. Chris didn’t seem to mind though. He seemed to be surprisingly pleased with my competitiveness throughout the night. As torn as I was, the feeling was mutual. Ashley was enjoying all the attention she was getting. I could actually feel how wet she was through her dress on my leg. No doubt. She had on her sexy black corset, black panties, and black hose with her tallest high heels. I knew I was in trouble as she turned her dark eyes in my direction, and I saw her tapping her riding crop across her palm.?Jeremy, you are late. You told me you were going to be home by 6, and it’s 6:12. I am not pleased. You kept your mistress waiting.?I tried my best to look apologetic and stammered, ?Yes, mistress, I am sorry. The traffic was bad and ???I don’t want to hear your pathetic. We were having a cool time there. I knew that she is in for a kiss, it is obvious if the girl tries to come so close to your face and closes her eyes. But I knew some security guards are watching us from a distance. I asked her to come to a massage parlor on the same floor. I knew the people there.I told them we want to give massage to each other, no therapist is needed. We went inside a private room, locked it from inside. We had a laugh and I told her to try to massage me first. I slept on.