. "You don't understand a word of English, do you puta?" She glanced up then down again keeping her frenetic pace, totally unfazed. Whatever she under...tood in word and tone just rolled off this little whore like water."Good, you filthy dog whore.. you miserable brown mutt.. your mouth is mine, I'm gonna fuck your face so hard you'll be puking up last week's tacos.." and I ratcheted my hips double fast and hard at her slobbering mouth, holding her head totally immobile while I drove my dick into. "Go get a shower you filthy slave,I put out something for you to wear,you have ten minutes,don't make me wait. I made it back just in time wearing the satin cock and balls fitting thong and the fur hand and ankle cuffs and fur collar she'd put out for me."Bring the Pino Gregio and a glass and pour me a drink slave" When I'd done that she said"On your knees,good,now here are the rules.One..you will address me as'mistress' Two...you will only speak when spoken to..Three..you will do Mistresses. ”You know what you need to do Bob if you want this to happen again.”Bob had gotten the message…but he still didn’t really know how to handle her…He set up their next meeting at a local hotel…and conducted what felt like a closing presenting the cash and things she’s asked for…plus the car and credit card…on the desk in the room…then he looked at her longingly…Jen was still in her dental hygienist uniform…the timing had not allowed her to go home and change…She smiled at him and excused herself. Those thoughts had occupied his mind for the first thirty eight years of his life. What's changed? Jerry would have these thoughts, bold masculine, egocentric thoughts while he sat in front of his television, alone, drinking a beer after work. And then he would think about how he had no one to talk to, or eat dinner with, or go to the movie with or do anything with and then he would think of her. She was the one that had changed everything. She was the one that had dragged him to art fairs and.