Holding a whip and awaiting me was a petite blond woman. She had a pixie hair style and wore an officers hat. She had sunglasses on. The mistress wore...a black velvet bodysuit that accent her curves and large bosoms. She had black elbow length gloves. Her legs were covered by black tights and black high heel shoes. The mistress was smiling. Then I realize why she was smiling. One look at her and I had a full erection. The mistress pulled me forward and showed me to the audience and made comments. We’d had lunch one day and she was the one who broughtup getting back together. “That’s hopeless,” I said.“You know that I’ll never be satisfied until you do allthat stuff. I’m fucking obsessed with it by now.” “I know,” she said. “And you know I don’t want to doit. But I miss you so much. I think I can do it, if itmakes you happy.” “Oh, baby, how many times have I heard that?” I asked.“Let’s. They were staying at my Uncle Ralph's house. Uncle Ralph offered to allow Robert and me to sleep on his sofa; but I politely declined stating that with mom and Gary there, he already seemed to be overbooked. The truth was that I wanted to find an opportunity to spend some time with Gary to help him understand that Robert was really not the threat to him and to our relationship Gary seemed to think he was. And I certainly did not want to have these conversations at my uncle's house. Hotel. Alda still had on her white shoes and stockings, but she had added a blue and white slip to the ensemble. The hem came just under her ass and flicked brazenly as she walked."Fuck, she's busy," Alda said, to the two men. "You wanna wait and fuck her?" Jesus!" one of the boys gasped. He stared at Gillian, who was jerking her cunt down on Dean's cock; gasping and screaming with lust that was totally out of control."Get the fuck out!" Dean yelled, but Alda ignored him."If you wanna fuck her, you.