So that's her name...Mistress Betty. It took forever for the mentioned time to arrive. When the phone range it found Alan so nervous. Mistress Betty's... voice sounded sweet and even delicate on the phone. Not at all like what Alan had expected. With a soothing tone she dispensed with the fomalities and gave Alan a few instructions. He was to always call her Mistress. He was to always do what she instructed without question or he would be let go. He cock was to always remain fully erect when. Which made sense, given everything else I’d experienced since learning about this job. It was about to get even more interesting.Colleen introduced me to our regular client – Terry – who was a decent looking guy, about 6’ tall, and seemed kind of jovial. He gave me an appreciative head-to-toe inspection as we shook hands, and I could tell by the way his eyes locked onto my jiggling breasts that he had set his sights on getting his hands on them at some point during our trip. Terry, in turn,. . but I felt it should be said. When she nodded, I leaned back to her, kissing gently at first, my hand on her bare knee. As our tongues touched again, I slipped my hand between her soft, silky thighs . . . so slim I could hold half of it in my hand. Tongues toyed, played, little murmurs uttered as I caressed the inside of her thigh, my excitement mounting as I slowly approached her crotch, my cock both pounding, and leaking at the same time. God I wanted to feel her panties. What type was she. You’ll have to keep me from falling asleep with your scintillating conversation!’ ‘I’ll get you a bath running and see if I can think of some oral activity which may keep you awake!’ She rang off and I called a cab for the ten minute journey home. I let myself in and Lorraine was waiting just inside the door with a large glass of white wine. ‘Your bath is run my Lord.’ She said with smile. She looked absolutely stunning, she had a black mini dress on, it had a halter neck and a mesh band across.