I was shocked,she told me that I’m her slave and she’s my mistress I loved it.It was a dream come true.She took my words seriously and got into ac...ion.She asked me get down on my hands and knees like a dog with my tounge out of my mouth.I without wasting time I obeyed her orders.She with an evil smile told me that I’ll have to do anything she says and if I deny she’ll punish me I nodded my head in agreement.She spat on her foot and order to me lick it clean I did it and I loved the taste of her. “You’re kidding?” Jack asked with a frown. It seemed to him that every time he turned around that life was busy kicking someone.“No, I’m not. They are running out of money,” Melissa answered feeling sick to her stomach. She looked at the tray of food and felt like throwing it across the cafeteria.“What happened?” Jack asked.“The funds for my scholarship are from an endowment. It appears that it lost half of its value as a result of the stock market crash,” Melissa answered. She had a feeling. Expecting her to be the adult she was supposed to have grown into. Probably thinking the same about me, she discreetly eyed me up and down before gesturing to the seat opposite hers. I thanked her and we sat down. After exchanging the preliminary ‘How-the-devil-are-you’s and ‘You-look-well’s we ordered coffee and relaxed into the usual conversation between friends-stroke-lovers who have not seen each other for a longer period of time. She made me tell her all about my career and what was going. " It's simple, we're going out to fuck, and Rachel's going to be watching us!" How do you know that?" Oh, we'll know," she said smiling. Rachel always sits in the family room watching TV after the kids go down. Trust me, I know she'll be watching us."At best it was chancy that she would. I mean after all, she'd have to be looking for it in a way, so perhaps we'd simply enjoy a nice fuck and Rachel would never even know that we had. If Tracy felt, or perhaps wondered if Rachel really was.