She was lonely. And, although she wouldn’t admit it to herself, she was horny, too. As part of her preparations for the weekend, Melissa had made an...appointment to get her hair done. Dorrie McNamara, the girl who did Melissa’s hair, was a divorcee. She was a bit brassy, but Melissa liked her. Dorrie always seemed to be up and happy. Melissa, depressed after Tom’s phone call, did housework until it was time for her hairdresser’s appointment. Knowing she’d get to spend time talking with Dorrie. “Ha, yes,” he laughed. “I’m sorry, Dr. Sutton,” I said trying to back-pedal from my comments. “No need, Ms. Swanson. I am a lawyer and I hate lawyers I understand how he feels, I've met him on several occasions.” Dr. Sutton smiled again, shook my hand and handed me the graded case study: 96, A+. Hell yes, at least something good happened today I smiled at my accomplishment, put the paper in my backpack and gathered my thoughts. It was time to meet Grant for lunch. I made my way out of the. The drive to work is a short one, and fortunately the parking space they use is not visible to any prying eyes.Master owns a small garage and light engineering shop; Mistress works there running the office, managing accounts and so on. I used to have a job at the garage, which is how I met them both. I still work there, but now as a slave.I dress in overalls and boots, the only time in my normal routine when I am allowed to wear clothes. We're pretty busy these days, and Master is a demanding. Let me call her “Fareeda”, for that resembles her supposedly religion and much of the background, in my opinion.I called her and got to meet her at a personal room in a hotel, even though it was a bit odd for a man at the early middle ages, or 28, to meet up with a woman a little even older, 32, at a personal place ie a hotel room, for something other than sex.For your enjoyment, I will narrate the rest of what happened in the room, in 3rd person perspective.* * * * * * * * * * *Qamaar when to.