"I slammed the receiver down, enraged, frightened, and shaken. The tree was laughing at me. He can't see me dressed this way. I switched off the flood...lights and went to my bedroom to change clothes. When I opened the door I was wearing a baggy pair of jeans that I used for painting and an oversized sweatshirt."Just hear me out and then I'll leave," he said as soon as he stepped inside the back door. It was dark in the kitchen. He was dressed in black, perfect for stalking, I thought. I stood. She had a very snug silk dress that barely covered her ass. How could she bend over or sit? The bottom was unbuttoned to just below her crotch. The top was unbuttoned to the bottom of her breasts. Her breasts were exposed from the sides and her long stemmed pink nipples could be seen from the right angle. She was carrying a small tray with several drinks on it.When she came to a table, she would drop to her knees and set the drinks on the table. The men could easily see most of her breasts.. My underpants followed. "Let me see your cock, Michael. I want your cock," she demanded, rolling me on to my back. My erection showed that I was in no mood to refuse. "While I suck it, tell me what you are going to do with it." This was the game she needed to play. I had told her I would try to help. My reaction once we had begun was neither conscious nor calculated. I found myself drawn into an erotic world that embraced me totally. Her lips closed round my knob, her. "I don't think I'd be that good outside of that house," Jason muttered.Melinda had the impulse to tell him that she thought he would be just fine on his own, but she was reluctant to say anything that would really convince him that he did not need the house. What they felt about the pleasures that were being offered to them had gone beyond simple desire. Now it was a craving. Not just for the sex, but the power that came along with it."And I wouldn't be calling you 'mistress' anymore," Jason.