It didn’t matter; I had offers of dinner, a ride home, Disneyland, the nearest motel and, things other than a cruise, most nice and dirty.When Jack ...arrived, he walked right to me and, I gave him a nice big kiss before introducing him. What counted was (other than my over-inflated ego then) what ‘I’ did; it was most of what I’d learned and it’s all simple body language.I very nicely turned so that I was mostly facing him then; wrapped both of my arms around his closest one. He instantly had 80. I started to protest, and he teasingly fiddled with the remote. A flash of deep, fast vibrating waves made my whole body trembling and my hips moving faster. And then he turned it down again, those low and slow vibrations were sheer torture to my body at the moment. He put the silk panties on me, despite my protests. ”Isn’t it better to leave them off so you’ll have easy access?” I tried to convince him as my hand stroke his cock. His face had that playful smile again, as he answered me, ”Oh. .. but now I am." Yes, of course. Sometimes ... sometimes that happens. Things you're not sure of become clear later. Things ... things you're afraid of are suddenly not as scary. Or that you even like them."Heather's smile widens. "Yes, you DO understand, Cassie. I used to think I would hate being Mistress' slave. Now I live for it." Y-Yes of course. And you ... you were once afraid of your Mistress' laptop."Suddenly, the gray in the doorway is replaced with a dining room, and upon the end of. ...er...."I thought he was angry, but his mood suddenly changed. He smiled and said, "why don't you come in and get a better view. See how your wife gets fucked properly! She might still be your wife, but she's my slut!"This was true. The one thing that I found most difficult to handle was the way that Michael had started treating her. It was as if she were just there for his sole entertainment and pleasure. It was sex on demand; wherever and whenever he wanted it. I just thought she deserved.