If this was something we were open to. Matt knew my wife as well as i did and i told him, "Melissa would never go for that. I mean im open to it. But ... have no idea she would even consider the idea." After our conversation i dropped it in Melissas ear as she asked me how our conversation went. Melissa stated that thats kinda odd. Over the next couple weeks Melissa and kept discussing the idea. Even on my next phone call to Matt we were all on speaker phone as we did many times before to all. She spoke calmly but forcefully, insinuating an edge in her voice implying immediate discipline if obedience did not follow the words. i immediately stood, my head bowed, looking at Her boots, my hands behind my head, resting on the end of my slavehawk strip of hair. Mistress Jennifer was what some people might call a mannish woman. She was tall and strong, with a brownish blond head of hair kept short enough that it never got in her eyes when she rode or fought. Her body and clothes. "Stroke yourself, Sammy. Stroke yourself till you cum. Think of the weekof fantasies you are about to live for me. Things you will do to me. Howyou will dress me. How you will fuck me." Katrina whispered words ofencouragement. I gently nudged myself against the sheets, the satincaressing me, my excitement growing. "Beg to be fucked baby!" Katrinademands, her voice more sharp, "Beg... beg if you want to be my slutnext week. NOW" "Please Kat! I need you to fuck me, Kat. Please fuck me," I. ...." I nervously said to the receptionist. "I have an 11:00 appointment?" He didn't have my name so I didn't bother to tell her."Oh yes, I see it" the pretty receptionist said, with her vibrant smile. "Please have a seat and someone will be right out to get you."I took a seat and nervously crossed my legs as I flipped through a magazine. "Miss" said a pretty young Asian woman. "Please follow me." I stood, dropped the magazine and followed her back, into a private room. The room was dimly lit,.