You..." MISTRESS? HAH, no one has ever called me that before. I like it, say it again!" Please Mistress, will you kindly... punish me?" I looked down ...t my chest at the two white swaying orbs. The same two orbs my husband loves to fondle and caresses. The same breasts I've always been proud of. The same two tits that I was now offering to the hands of a twenty something black prostitute."Punish what Lady? What of yours would you like me to have punished?"There was no longer any reason to hide. We both laughed and he slid one of his three shots over to me. He tilted my head to the side, licked my soft sweet neck and sprinkled it with salt. He licked my neck again, took a shot and bit into his lemon wedge. He then tilted his head to the side exposing his neck and said, “your turn”. I leaned in, hungry with lust. I put my lips to his neck and thought, gawd, even his neck is hard! I opened my mouth and gently pressed my teeth into his muscular neck, then gave it a soft lick and. "My, that's an unusual request, Marla, but I think I can grant it. When you wake up tomorrow morning, you'll have everything you wish for." Thanks," Marla responded. Fay disappeared before her eyes, and Marla had no more dreams before she woke up.That morning, Marla remembered what Fay had promised her. Nevertheless, she felt different. She felt younger, more alive. She also felt a whole foot taller.When she got out of bed, she noticed a beautiful young woman sleeping next to her. Marla entered. Wendy stood there in her tight jeans, platform heels and a red top with a split front exposing the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. Tara said that she needed to contact her manager as the type of room that Wendy had been assigned was fully occupied. A young black man arrived, his name was Dalton, a name Wendy recognized. He asked Tara to arrange a drink for Wendy while he reviewed the booking. Dalton gave Wendy a wink, asking if it was alright if a superior suite would be acceptable for her.