I can't believe what she just said. I still refused to understand the true of that situation, thinking that someone else of the family or just a frien... will wait for us at her home as usually happens, so I leave her go far with that, thinking It was just a joke or a mistake.When we arrived at her home, I start searching by the windows, at the porch, at the living room, hiding looking at the rooms but nobody was there, so finally I ask: “There's really no one else al home?” --- No one else, she. Finally we arrived at the adress and i paid the cab driver. i took my phone and wrote to mistress – ‘ Yoru slaveboy is standing outside’ .. not more then a few second later her answer came – ‘ get into the door and follow the instructions’ I entered my mistresses apartment through her main door.. a small piece of paper told me to crawl into the livingroom , take off all clothes except the thong and then kneel at the spot she arranged facing her bedroom door.. i took of my jacket and shoes and. We both jumped suddenly as the elevator doors opened up to admit a few loud spoken kids, we stood in nervous anticipation as one of them hit the button for there floor and luckily ignored us, after what seemed an eternity, the doors slid open and they glided out, I hurriedly pushed the door close button and getting a brief flash of brilliance, pushed the button to take us to the roof. As I turned back to face her Diane promptly shoved her tongue back into my hungry mouth sucking my lower lip. Typically she had left the water running and the ground was rapidly turning muddy. I carried her over to the mud and dropped her in it. Bending over I grabbed handfuls of mud and begin to drop it on her body. Catherine protested her treatment loudly but was laughing at the same time. She had gone down on her stomach so she took the opportunity to grab a few handfuls herself. Spinning around she flung the mud at me splattering my shirt and face. I reached down and grabbed her arms. She was still.