Next to her muscled body, so perfectly toned, I feel like a child. Kneeling down the feeling is compounded as I gaze up at her."During this time you a...e not my master. I am yours."I nod. "Yes Mistress Bitchcraft." Until I leave this room I am your mistress and your are a faggot. Say it!" She demands."You are my mistress and I am a faggot." My voice, normally stong and authoritative, grows timid.Above me Mistress Bitchcraft clicks her tongue. Deciding what to do with me, I suppose. Perhaps five. As she sinuously pulled back with her mouth open, a thick string of her slobber connected her bottom lip and the tip of her cock. She looked up at TJ, and he reciprocated. They were breathing heavily.“I want you to fucking cum,” Sarah seductively demanded with a sinister grin on her face. She looked like a dirty, little, wanton slut, TJ thought. He had never seen her behave like this, and it drove him to the edge to hear her speak dirty like that.With that, Sarah continued fingering herself. .*spoilers*.... Tuesday! It’s Tuesday....”Tuesday: early Tuesday.I laid in bed staring at the ceiling in just my loosely tied robe, going over the “plan” in my head, (and even in my head the use of “plan” is tenuous) and listened to the sounds of the house, more specifically daddy getting ready for work. I heard the shower for a while now and it hadn’t turned off yet. I cocked my head and smirked when the time passed that my father would have ordinarily shut off the shower.“He’s jacking off. A cocktail hour, followed by dinner is wonderful. The meal tastefully served. Afterwards we danced the night away, with a big kiss at midnight. The party started to wind down around 1:00 a.m., and we said our goodbyes to the people at our table and left.I took her back to her apartment, and she invited me inside. She closed and locked the door behind us. She took off her wrap, while I discarded my jacket. She took my hand and walked me back to her bedroom. She wrapped her arms around my neck,.