She’s moaning. I can’t hear what you’re doing so I have to fill it in, you slide your right hand up her thigh and bring it to rest on her waist,... your left hand cupping her breast. You move her bra downward and pinch her nipples between you thumb and forefinger. She moans again. The noises stop, seems like you’re finishing the undressing. So much for taking it slow. Sounds of movement start up once more, sounds like you’re on the couch. You’re touching each other, slowly, it’s very quiet. I. "Not tonight, hon," was her response. I must have looked really fed up, because she looked really guilty; it had been a while. "Christ," I muttered, "The pope gets more action than I do." Half-joking, only. Heather looked straight at me. "Hon," she said, "I'm really tired, but look; next Friday after we've got the kids to school..." My job allows me a fair degree of flexibility, and of course as a tutor, most of her work is done in the evenings; mornings are fairly free. Sometimes I take the. A couple of days later Michael was over and I knew everything was goingto come together. As before, I'd made a habit of giving him a nice viewto get him excited. I wasn't' wearing a bra or panties when he visitednext and he was obviously aware.From small talk, I asked him if he'd like to have me for a mistress. Healmost fell out of the chair saying "Yes Mistress". I was hoping he'd gofor it but was afraid he'd back out. From his excitement it was obviousthere was no backing out."Tell me. Game on.On the lines, you would beep your way through the other chatters, bailing out of conversations that weren't what you were after. There were moderators who disconnected guys who tried to pass as female and talk for free to men. But the system usually worked and the other person was usually the gender you called for. This was mostly a late-night past time for me since that was when long-distance rates were lowest. But weekend days were cheaper too, and a lot of people enjoy getting off in.