I thought that he was looking for someone. But after a few days, I realized he was looking at me, particularly my ass. Then one day I wore trousers.So... he came near me and said, “How are you today, Arman?” I said, “I am fine.” He nodded and asked, “Why are you wearing trousers today and not jeans?” I said, “I put them for laundry.”Then he said, “You look good in jeans. Try to wear them daily.” I asked him a little mischievously, “Do you like to see me in jeans?” I got surprised when he nodded. "Friday," said the cop, who was wearing only a shoulder holster with a badge pinned to it. I made her as a detective. Beat cops usually wear a flak jacket and armored panties at least."Jazlyn Friday, detective, fifth precinct," she continued. "These other people are my partners today: Hank Frank, my investigator, and Morgan Gannon, my driver."Hank was wearing a more typical patrolman's uniform. Morgan was wearing a paper hat and some chocolate syrup from Dollie's Donuts. That seemed normal. The moment he opened the door and saw me, he took me into his embrace and kissed me full on the mouth. I was wearing a one piece which ended just above my knees. Before he could do anything else, I locked the door. But he was not the one to stop.He sandwiched me between the door and himself as he kissed me like there was no tomorrow. His hands went to the hook of my dress and struggled to open it while I took off his t-shirt to reveal that sexy torso.With my dress not covering my body, I was. I love to see when a slave has really thought deeply about how to delight me. When he has listened carefully to my likes and dislikes and then comes up with something that I might have mentioned just by the way some time ago. I love to seem him sacrificing for me. And there is a simple rule that does not only work with Dominas but basically with all women: You’re hardly ever on the wrong side if you come with gold and fine jewelry.Q: Mistress, are there any current projects you could tell us.