She hadn't been able to concentrate on her work all day. She felt guilt and embarrassment over the photo she'd sent, to a virtual stranger no less. Ye...t her mystery man seemed to know so much about her already. He knew how to push her buttons, to convince her of almost anything. This is foolish, she thought, a woman my age acting like a love sick schoolgirl. My God what was I thinking sending him a photo like that. He probably thinks I' m cheap now.Janice shook her head trying to clear away the. But my Mistress played and sucked on my cock, to keep my mind occupied on other things. After cleaning me out two or three times, she said we could now take a shower. She also went on to say the she had decided she didn't like being called Mistress or Mistress Julie, and would like me to call her Julie, lover, or even Mama like the girls do, or whatever endearment I wanted.We then got into the shower; it was large enough for several people with showerheads at both ends and two on the wall. Your deft and agile hands groped my body. You touched my face, my neck, my throat. You clutched at my breast. I could feel my hardened nipple pressing into the palm of your hand. Without invitation and without resistance, you slid your hand up my thigh, lifting my skirt. I could feel the warm desert breeze caressing my naked flesh as you exposed ever more of my leg. Your fingertips drew a map upward, following an invisible trail that led to a treasure long buried. Those very fingers found. And within a couple of years I got a big new office, with windows and my own secretary. We got married, bought a nice big home, and a summer cottage on the coast of Southern New Jersey. Debbie still likes to dress me up a few times a month. What the hell, I might as well admit it, it turns me on also. And she also decided she liked me tied up. She told me it made her so incredibly horny, when I cut her free of the cables, and was still tied up. She said, right then and there she wanted to bind.