”Jim followed Dawn into the small kitchen, admiring the way her dress clung to her backside. There was just something about mature women that really...popped his cork. The way they held themselves, the way they looked at him, that little something extra that young girls just had to grow into.“Jim, if you’ll take this tray of snacks in and put it on the coffee table, I think I can handle the rest,” Dawn said, opening the freezer and taking out an ice cube tray. Jim did as he was told, and Dawn. Emily and Taylor talked shoes so I kind of tuned out their conversation."Nice house, Mister!" Taylor said as I drove through my gate."Rich. You can call me Rich." You sure are!" said Ashley."Yeah," said Emily.All three girls were goggle-eyed. Good.I escorted them into my living room."Have a seat. Can I get you anything to drink? Coke? Pepsi?"They all declined."I'll go use the bathroom then we'll get started."It was more of a nervous need to go to the bathroom. I could barely believe I had a hot. Soon his tongue was dancing with mine and my skirt fell to the floor. We continued our passionate kissing as he began to run his hand over the front of my lacy thong. His fingers were sliding the thin material up and down my wet slit. I knew my panties were soaked with my juices. I lowered my arms and began to wriggle out of my thong. As they slipped off and onto the floor, I broke our kiss and stepped back. I reached over to push my brothers open shirt off of his shoulders. It fell. Like that first time Ihad been a toilet slave, I was scared to death, but now I came all thisway. This time, I had arrived by air the previous day. I wanted to berested and fresh when he started my service. That’s why i arrived on Friday and stayed in a hotel that night. After being susma’s toilet two years ago, she had given me her businesscard as she droveme back to the train station and had invited me to callher. i called a week later, and we had started hanging out as equalsrather than BDSM.