AM. HERS. and so is my cock and semen. So the work day is finally over and I can't get out of the office soon enough, I practically run out the doo.... Once I get to the truck as I have been instructed I all my Mistress to see if there is anything she needs me to get on my home. Today's list is simple and it gets me excited: chocolate syrup, ice cream, peanut butter, a cherry pie, carrots, and cucumbers. I know that people in the store are looking at me funny when I walk to the produce and. That was our relationship. Charlotte and I were at the opposite edges, connected only through the other women.Holding Helen, I momentarily thought about what it would be like to make love to Charlotte. Her soft breasts in my hands, and her lush body pressed against mine. I shook the thought away, and looked back at the silent figure of Helen. I did love her, and here I was, thinking about another woman.Now that was stupid. I already was with another woman. In the strictest sense of the word, I. She flinched, but never changed her expression.I then slipped my opened hand between her thighs and move upward toward her pussy. She was holding her legs tightly together, but as I began moving my hand upward, she immediately relaxed and allowed my hand to reach her pussy. What an obedient, little slut. I knew she would be a willing student. I asked her, “Do you know how good I made you feel last week?” She replied, “Well, of course.” I then said, “I want you to make me feel the same way.” She. A naughty impulse swept common sense aside and I hiked the skirts of my dark grey sweater dress above my bare thong-pantied bum, backed up to the full-length mirror and snapped a quick picture with my iPhone. I texted the picture to Ryan with the caption,Hide and seek! Do you like my butt? If you find me in ten minutes I'll make you strut.Okay, Emily Dickinson I'm not. But seconds later my phone chimed and I read his response out loud:Bree, you're a bad, bad girl,I'll have that bum.Ready or.