"Hello?" she said into the phone. "Really? Of course! Come on overnow. I can't wait!"Chad was instantly afraid. Who had called? Who was coming o...er? "Um...Mistress?" he asked uncertainly, worried about being seen by whoeverwas coming to her apartment.Mel smiled, guessing by his fear that he was worried about who mightsee him. "I don't know why you're worried, you go out everywheredressed like you are. People see you all the time looking like you do.I'd think you'd be used to it by. I luxuriated in this while wondering whether their supposed problem finding men was actually a ruse to snare me. I let the thought pass and returned to my own little Caligula.The repast passed without a food wrestling match. The two then turned their attention back to me. I was now a passive play toy hardly able to move. While Gwen gave me the closest attention Sabrina nibbled around the edges. Her probing finger increased my own intensity as I positioned her for my own pleasure. She was as wet. She couldn't help but grin, realizing the irony and enjoying the rare feeling of power and control. She looked up at him, wearing that face of desperation and want and need. So innocent. Only wanting a loving touch. She knew everything he was feeling at that moment.He looked up at her, waiting for her to leave. He would then, at least, finish the job on himself. But instead she dropped her arms from their folded position across her busom. With it the robe opened again, too. His eyes went right. Seeing her look so good, getting all the attention, was putting my sex drive into overdrive as well.I wanted her to want me.*One night we went out to a staff party for her work. It was a large gathering, over two hundred people, at an upscale hotel. I tried to look my best, putting a tailored suit over my six-foot-one frame, and I polished my shoes. Fresh shave, haircut, cologne, the watch she had bought me on our tenth anniversary. I thought I looked great.She was stunning. She had decided on.