Cheryl, like me, was married, and this was always a platonic lunch. Don't get me wrong - I had fantasized many times about that thin, 5'6" frame bent ...over my bed and her long dark hair in my hands - but that was just fantasy.She texted the other day with, "lunch?" So we went out.When we met up I was in a suit for work. She had the day off so she was in a blue tank top and cut-off shorts. Of course I let her go first when we were led to the table - a corner booth in our usual place. When she sat. Master knew how to solve that “problem”. “Get up you lazy whore,” the slave heard Master say as she felt his open hand slap its face. The slave quickly jumped up and assumed the 1st position to wait for Master’s further instructions. It knew that Master had said before it fell asleep that He had more planned but what could it be. Master was pleased with the slave for assuming the 1st position and told it to keep its hands where they were. The slave did as it was told and waited for. We went down to the Hotel Restaurant, and had a lightlunch. While eating, we saw many race participants sitting around thedinning room. They were rather obvious, since they were wearing balletboots, or were female "drivers" dressed in black wide brim hats,gloves, 1920's style riding outfits, and were carrying a crop! We alsosaw several of the ships passengers that were here to watch the race.After lunch, we went back up to our room and rested until late thatafternoon.Ann dressed in her usual. It was a low cut pair of a faded grey blue jeans and a satin black tank top that was going to show off what cleavage I had. She then began to rummage through her drawers and tossed a lacy black bra and a skimpy black thong at me. I was a little nervous about it, but I quickly slipped out of my robe and put it all on. “Well,” I asked, turning around in front of her so that she could get a full look at the outfit. “How does it look?” “Wow,” she said with a stunned look on her face, “I had no idea.