She started rocking back and forth over my tongue, moaning with pleasure. The way she had my arms pinned to my sides, she was in complete control of w...at I could get my mouth to. She finally moved her clit to my lips and put more pressure down and I started sucking her little friend. Her love juices were flowing down into my mouth and both sides of my face. When I started to nibble her clit, ever so gently, she clamped my head harder with her thighs. I knew that she was at the edge, and I. I lowered my face to her bottom and inserted my tongue into the widening cleft between her thighs. I did it gently and slowly and the reward for this was a widening chasm and a gentle sigh as she moved into a more comfortable position.I have no idea what she was dreaming about at that point, but she lifted her bottom, which enabled her to slide one of her hands down to cup her vulva and as I watched from above, I could see that she was pressing on her clitoris.Returning to the task in hand, I. A steel plate, engraved with the word "MISTRESS", was attached to a collar she wore around her neck. I turned my attention to the woman talking to Mistress Whiplash. She was dressed in a tight-fitting leather dress, black stockings and a pair of incredibly high stiletto heeled shoes. Both women wore ornate eye masks, which completed their alluring yet slightly menacing appearance. Mistress Whiplash stared at me impassively when she became aware of my presence. Her expression was stern and. With someone who does this professionally, several aspects of my search are eliminated: no hunting, no rejection, no embarrassment and disrespect of anyone I don't know, and no long games of persuasion. It was simple, I pay her, and she comes to me.I was about to find out, and receive the biggest surprise of my life.In one of my now infrequent landings I went to talk to my lawyer and stockbroker, now a friend, and we talked about my investments and other particular aspects of my life, my health.