However, I was still a good guy, just waiting for the right moment to come. We used to stare at each-other’s eyes, and we knew that we had a connect...ng but waiting one to take a step.One night in the office, I pinged her casually on the IM to have a normal conversation. She started telling me about a dream she had last night. She said that i was also involved involved in that dream. I asked her how. She said in hindi, ‘Tu mujhe woh woh kar raha tha’. I laughed and asked ‘kaisa laga?’…’Main. ‘Now rub that nasty cunt…I am going to give you a treat’Warily I put my right hand onto my pussy. It’s hot and wet from your fingers and my clit is throbbing. I put my left hand onto your thigh to steady myself. Looking up at you I see your cock is already in your hand. ‘Open wide cumwhore…’Opening my mouth and sticking my tongue out makes me gag slightly. I feel the tip of your cock touch my lips and the devil in me wants to bite it. But I know better than to do that. Gliding over my tongue. A real bimbo, totally subservient to meand totally fuckable.I explained this in my first post to the forum, and then got aprivate reply from bimbomistress with her contact details. At first Ithought that she was a bimbo who was also a mistress, a contradictionin terms in my opinion, but the first few emails we exchanged made merealise how wrong I was.She was very forceful and intelligent, her dominant personalityshowing itself very clearly. She even had me capitalising her nameand being. She was curious to see howSuzanne would deal with that new appetite. "Would you like to meet her," she asked brightly. "Come on." She tookhis elbow and they walked in Suzanne's direction. Suzanne noticed them as they came up behind her and twirled around."I know you," Suzanne said holding out her hand."Suzanne, this is Stevie...Steven...the king of studio equipment, agreat guy who is very married and wanted to meet you." You are such a brat," she said slapping Julie's arm. She was.