Thompson was taken aback. "Mr. Thompson" was how she'd previously addressed him, and that was plenty formal enough for him. But he had to admit that t...e "master" appellation sounded pretty good.A few minutes later he was sitting in the library when Anna arrived with a scotch. He looked her over, and notice for the first time that she was not wearing the casual clothing she usually wore about the house, but instead, a maid's outfit. It was nothing like the faux maid uniforms worn by young women. Being the easy going and friendly guy I am, I was happy to sit in his truck and listen. It was mid summer, not real hot but fairly warm. The windows were down and I could hear the traffic passing by the busy streets on a Friday night. He told me about the rough year he'd been having and how he was trying to get over the loss of his long time (high school sweetheart) girlfriend and the loss of their unborn c***d. And how after the c***d was lost his girlfriend lost all interest in him and then. I instinctively raised my hand, caught the sauce on my fingertip and slipped it into her mouth. She sucked avidly on it; dragging it in further than it should have gone and kept it there for even longer.We stood in silence as I slowly removed my finger; all the time, we watched each other, waiting for someone to make a move. It was Sarah that stepped closer to me. One small step at a time and with each step my mouth opened a little more. My personal space had been invaded and I loved it. The. There were other things, too, interesting discoveries I'd not expected: She cursed just like Shannon, for instance:"“Oh fuck, do it like that! Fuuuck!"She would be mine once I was done. That was how I saw it. Each thrust into this new and fascinating woman was an effort to claim her, to put my mark on her, to ensure she would never forget my efforts. I was thinking caveman thoughts as her sexy body, her lovely bodacious butt lit a fire in my lizard brain and gave command over to my deepest.