Mistress?”“Oh no, I'm not your Mistress yet. But I might be soon. We're going to get together and have a drink. Get to know each other a little. T...en I will decide if there's a place for you in my dungeon.”“That sounds great. When would you like to meet?”“Tomorrow at seven?”“I'll be there.”“Good. I'll text you the address shortly. It's a quiet little spot downtown. I'll be there at seven sharp, so don't keep me waiting.”“Yes, Miss Demonica.”“You learn fast. I like that, Camilo. See you tomorrow. The race course was dark and so was not visible. What I could see was the flyover right outside my window bathed in the orange glow of sodium vapour lamps. It crossed my mind that people sitting at the bus windows, passengers sitting in the cars could see right inside the room in the darkness. Habibi came out of the rest room and stood next to me by the window. She was still wearing the silk shirt and corduroy trousers that she was wearing throughout the evening. We stood silently at the window. She's wearing black lingerie and thigh stockings with high heels. She is screaming to be dominated by your big dick. You feel the blood rushing through your body and fill your cock as you look at your wife on her knees with her tongue slightly out of her mouth begging to be dominated and abused. You smile at her and shut the front door and walk down the hall into the bedroom, knowing this is going to drive her mad, as all she wants is to get fucked. As you turn the corner you look back and. It was a Friday night and I had the entire weekend free. I got directions and told her I wanted to go home and freshen up. Helen suggested that I be there by 8 and that sounded fine with me.By now Helen and I had known each other for about?six months. We had become good friends. I did not think of her in terms of sex in that as?I mentioned earlier, ?I had never been with another woman before. However, I was captivated by Helen. I loved her voice, her authoritative tone. I loved it when she.