She put her profile up on Alt.com, kind of on the spur of the moment, notsure what to expect or how much she was interested in pursuing her fantasyof ...ubmitting to a man. She was a self assured educated, professional woman.So what was she thinking of, submitting to a man? She knew if she did go through with this, she needed to find the right Master.She was giving her self, body and soul, to a man. She wanted a man to carefor her and control her. She would do whatever he desired with and to. She was just wearing a towel around her body up to her chest water was still dripping from her wet hair. She had a wonderful complexion. Her 34” sized boobs were pointing out just like papayas.Her milkfish thighs were exposed as the towel was not long to cover up her thighs. I just asked her if I could help her putting up her clothes. She threw at me a bra and told me put this bra on me and I was so happy because they day I had been waiting for had come finally.I just removed the towel and. “Let me check my site first darling,” she said.I looked over her shoulder at her laptop, manfully ignoring the mounds of her lovely breasts under my nose.There were two messages, one from the German chap who she’d spent the night with, thanking her for a wonderful night and asking if he could see her again the next time he came to England.She sent one back in the affirmative and thanking him for the “present.”“What present?” I asked stupidly.“The extra money.” She laughed. “If you mention. I hurried out, shutting the door behind me. Rod would fix everything, I told myself. He'll find out what's going on. I leaned over and listened within."Rod, good heavens, you have to fuck me right now!" My dear mom suddenly screamed from inside the secured room.A second later, the door flew open, throwing me to the carpet. Rodney raced through the living room. He reached the front door by the third second. On the fifth, it slammed shut behind him. The same instant, mom appeared from the kitchen.