The fourth door I knocked on a woman answered. She was tall-as tall as me and I am six foot tall, she was wearing a long spa type robe. She was not ho...t at all. She invited me in. I started my sales pitch when she interupted me, she said "when I woke up this morning and my husband was not home, I told myself I would fuck the first man I saw." I looked at her not sure what to say or do. She had half a glass of wine sitting on the coffee table. She stood up and opened her robe. I stood up too and. I couldnt hold it anymore and felt my cheeks burn with shame as I released the contents of my bladder into the bucket beneath me. I glanced up to see him smirking down at me. Such a good girl. He whispered and I knew he meant me. Soon after, he stiffened against her, spilling into her. Youre an amazing fuck, Emily. He cooed, pulling his jeans back up and zipping them shut. Master then left us again and all we could do was wait for him to return, silent other than the occasional tinkling of one. He had me turn around and walk to the rear and lean forward against the railing there. Talking to me so I knew what he was doing, he adjusted the bottom of the bikini until the string was much higher on my hips and came down at an increased angle to the strip of material. Using the marker he drew along the edge on both sides of the material and then across the top. He then untied the string allowing the bottom to fall to my feet.He had a very soothing voice with just a bit of an English accent. "She has a problem that I feel you can help out with." Sure," I replied. "Shall we go now?" It's a bit more than that," Darci continued. "I really can't go with you or be part of this. In fact, I want you to put me in the closet and turn me off until after you've met her." Turn you off?" I questioned, amazed at this request. Darci had most definitely not wanted to be turned off before. This was quite the opposite for her now, and told me how serious she was about this "request"."Yes," Darci.