I followed her into the room where she threw the keys on a table beside the door. I showed her the condoms and she threw them across the room. “y...u know I hate you wearing those. I am on the patch”“good I love hammering you bare back” I said kicking off my shoes and pulling the curtains closed.“so how do you want to start then? want my mouth on your cock? what?”“ easy sexy easy, I want to savour you and your fucking sweet body"I turned and walked to a chair beside the bed. I pulled my. "Please Mistress, make me cum!" "lean over the table." She ordered. I eagerly obeyed and leaned over the table with my ass in the air. I looked back at Mistress who was holding a riding crop. "You've been a very bad girl slave." She said. "Why Mistress?" I said wondering what I had done to upset her. "Choosing me over your own husband to make you cum!" She said and I heard the crop cut through the air. I sucked in the air through my teeth as it made contact with my bare ass. "Why did you choose. "Can I take a shower?" I asked Kayla."Sure, whatever" she said, obviously still pissed about Brenden and his secret slut.I walked down the hall and into the bathroom without even glancing at his bedroom door. I grabbed a towel and turned on the water. I got into the shower and let the water run down my face and boobs. I grabbed a shampoo and lathered up my hair and rinsed the suds out. I stared down at the suds going down the drain by my feet before reaching for the body wash. I ran my. But hopefully this also would help set the tone, as none were overtly sexual, but indeed sensual in one form or another. And all to one degree or another was to imply that the character had gotten at least a little excited during the dream.If followed to the destination, ultimately they would find themselves in front of a rundown shack on the edge of town, in an impoverished area. And there they met the woman who tells them a story. About how she had been a whore, and was directed in her dreams.