I could not figure out why she had even placed a bid for a session withme. Unlike all other paying customers Mademoiselle Claudette was nottormenting ...me. Au contraire! She was filling me with infinite sexual joy.I had never felt like this before. It is no secret that my married sexlife is a disaster. It is no secret that I have never given either of thetwo women with whom I have been any sexual pleasure. My wife reminds meall the time that I am pathetic. My domme mistress calls me. I gasped. Expecting the tray to drop onto my lap but it held steady. I glanced at her. “A magician?” I enquired.She chuckled softly, “Of course.”I smiled at her and lifted the coffee to my nose. I inhaled the delightful aroma and took a tentative sip to test for its temperature. It was still on the hot side, but that was how I liked my coffee, so I happily took a longer slurp. Sitting back, I looked at the woman, “Where are my children?” I asked.She smiled, “Nile is in the training room with my. Matt Stopped rubbing himself because he knew he would cum any minute and he didnt want to miss anything. Besides just watching and listening was keeping him hard enough. She then decided to use her vibrator in her wet pussy. She slowly started to put more and more in while at the same time rubbing her clit. Her legs were moving fast now, Matt could see her breasts moving up and down faster and faster as she breathed heavier and heavier. She had her eyes closed, she was focusing all of her. Looking back, this was a terrible idea. It threw off my sleep pattern, drove away my appetite, and wrecked me emotionally. I may as well have started smoking, something I promised my uncle, a physician, that I would never do. Within weeks, I was carrying in my purse a bottle of No Doze, Excedrin, and a can of liquid caffeine almost everywhere I went ... and even then it seemed I barely managed to get through my days.Adrienne, at one point, tried to get me to open up, but for some reason I'd.