There was a lot to do, and not much time to do it.But I had my throbbing, aching body, and the stripes She had put on it, to inspire me.And hope – s...dden, unexpected hope!~~~~~He was just a slave, but he was Her slave, so looked at me with disdain, his voice dripping contempt.“You want Mistress to dress up as a cat? What is this, a fucking Broadway musical?”“No, She will become the Jaguar God, the Goddess of Night, come to take Her sacrifice. Yes, there will be costuming, but there will also be. “I didn’t,” I replied.“You did,” she stated firmly, “Cal, you can’t just say that and walk on, to be precise.”“I didn’t?” It was a question and not a statement.“You did,” she replied.“I’m sorry Charlie,” I said, “I don’t know why I’d do that.”“There’s no need to apologise,” she replied, “actually I’m quite flattered.”She confused me with the word flattered.“Flattered?” I asked, “how can you be flattered that I used the wrong name?”“Because of whose name you confused me with,” she replied, “you. ” Laura gasped. Raj complied with a huge grin on his old face with sweat now practically pouring down from his head over his cheeks.He gripped her hip with one hand and squeezed her full bum cheek with the other as he started to slam his cock in and out of her beautiful pale curvy body. Her bum cheeks and dangling breasts shook with every impact and her hands clawed at the grubby carpet as she moaned loudly. In and out Raj went getting faster and deeper all the time. Her clit was on fire and. Very pretty and with tight white shorts and a tee top that accented her ample curves and cleavage. I like cleavage, especially cleavage that needs no bra, and with nipples that begged to be rubbed or sucked.I fixated on her chest and sang to her only, keeping eye contact at every opportunity.After singing a K.C. and the Sunshine Band number, we slowed things down. I remember looking at her, panting and smiling at her current dance partner and said, “here’s a nice slow number for that lovely.