Her ass swaying opposite her breasts with each heaving step. Her yard was on a bit of an incline. Her skin was wet with a coating of sweat making her ...glow like a Nubian princess walking on the banks of the Nile, her dark skin looking like luscious milk chocolate in the evening sunlight. I wanted to go over and lick her from navel to chin. Is it any wonder I didn’t see a puddle of water on my polished garage floor?This night we had decided we would try to make handmade fettuccine with a basil. For. Dinner!“Years of running her club had left her with a great command voice.Within three minutes, everyone was up, and heading toward the bathroom.“Carol, bathe Harry,” she barked. “Lori, Margo. Magda, me. After that, you bathe.”By the time the three Dominants were through the shower, the hot water was gone.“It’s cold...” Magda cried.“Too bad, little submissive,” Dommi said. “You three get it in gear. You still have our clothes to lay out, it will take time to dress us, and then you have to. I asked her what she did, and she told me that she was a stripper. I tried to counsel her on how sinful her life was. She just told me that I didn't understand . . . she didn't have anything else that she could do. She said that she was trapped by her body, her face, and her stupidity. She mentioned something about choices that she had made in her life. I didn't find out about those until after the switch." What happened next. Did this switch occur by . . . mutual consent?" N-no!" cried. I started lapping up the fluids as it was coming out as if there was no other drink left in the world.I knew she was thoroughly excited. So I pretended to pull away. I told “Now it is time to sleep.”She was totally disappointed. She told “Okay. I shall go to toilet and come back and sleep.”“Do you want me to increase the pleasure in pissing?” I asked.She twisted her face. “What is this nonsense you are starting? I have always enjoyed the pleasure of relief in my groin when I have finished.