Being my first time I released a lot of loads on her hand which she swallowed. She left my mouth, stood up closed the door and made herself naked in f...ront of me due to which I was feeling a bit embarrassed. She grabbed my hand, made me stand up, removed my clothes holed me in her hand in a Salsa position and started dancing with me. This all happened without a word between us. When we got rhythm in our dance (that time I regained my hard on again), she asked me “Did you have kissed or have sex. If you want to go out tomorrow night, this is the condition. I'll talk to you later." I hung up and went back to work, after adjusting my cock a little.When I got home, Becky greeted me at the door. "You had an interesting day, didn't you?" she asked."No more than yours, I'm sure," I replied."Sir, next time you put nipple clamps on my slave, please remember to take them off," she told me."Do you mean she wore them all day?" I asked, shocked."You know her, sir," Becky said. "She is very literal. I found his shop without a problem and went inside, marveling at all the weapons he had displayed on the walls behind the counter. This man, I realized, really took his business seriously. I watched two men who were wandering around, watching me as I walked up to the counter. I could plainly see both were armed and both looked mean enough to bite a snake's head off if they got mad.This had been a marvel to me since I came to this country, the casual ease in which the people here seemed to love. Little places he used to take mistresses before Mother took her cut and left him. Now they're empty. I may as well use them. And he won't mind if I'm staying out of trouble, getting good grades and having fun. It assuages his conscience." Assua--what? Sorry, no prep school." He doesn't feel so guilty." So, what am I, your mistress?" Kent brightened."Why not? I've never had a mistress. I've hardly ever had a regular girlfriend. They all just want a piece of my money. You can be my mistress. I'll.