Later, much later, we will discuss my Profession.You've been coming to my lair for some eighteen months or so, and only now have I allowed you to real...se that this isn't voluntary. You've done as I always have you do. You follow me around. You observe my habits, my needs and preferences, in a monkey see, monkey do, form of education.As is my wont, I have not allowed you the freedom to fear, just to observe until, to your utter surprise, you understand that I have not done any of the terrors you. The voice cracks like a whip. "Stop it!" And I do. A frown creases her forehead. "You have just perfectly illustrated the reasonI am here. You have no control, little self-discipline, no plans, no aims,and no goals. I am going to give you these. Take off your coat." I am already bridling at this snap assessment of my life, true or not, butmy anger is still flavoured with fear. I am way out of my depth here and thecoat has already been unbuttoned and is slipping off my shoulders before Ieven. I started to get dressed and she smiled and said “Wait a second, if today is my day, there is something I want.” I looked at her and was silent and she said, “Well, is it my day, do I get what I want?” I just nodded and said sure and the biggest grin came over her face. She told me to take my pants off and she did the same and then her panties. She looked at me and said, “Well, you always love getting my panties wet, I think it would be good for you to wear them to lunch with Anna and Bob. And. As a matter of fact she did not like him and complained of his service most of the night. But right now I was watching her give someone a blowjob who she would not normally even talk too. By now the bartender was getting into it and had grabbed her head with both hands, he was skull fucking her and getting ready to cum. I would imagine he thought he was in the twilight zone cause good stuff like this don’t normally happen to a middle aged bartender in a bad part of town. But it was right now, a.