"Aren't you forgetting something slave? I don't want to watch your chubby ass and pathetically small cock doing the house work!" "Yes Mistress. Would ...you like me to run a bath for you." "Yes Slave I would" My Mistress pulled her t shirt dress over her head and dropped it on the floor as she walked to the bathroom. Her tampon string was hanging out a dribble of blood stained it. I crawled on my hands and knees. "Remove my tampon" I used my teeth. The string between my teeth I pulled it out. Sarah certain,y turned Male, even a few female heads when she arrived and turned her coat in to the cloak room attendant. I simply loved it when she leaned over to chat to me or Friend Brenda and her husband Brian. I noticed Brian was enjoying the view Sarah was providing despite Brenda dressed like Marie Antoinette with the type of ruffled dress that lifted her small yet well formed titties up till they threatened to pop out of the bodice any moment. Brenda had shown her fancy pantaloons that. “Damn I’m close,” I moan, out loud. I stop for a moment or two to regain some control and then I return to the previous slow rhythm, tightening my grip as I do so. I back off the pressure again just a fraction, to catch my breath. I’m startled by the fact that I am now breathing heavily, my balls have started to tighten as I feel my climax building inside me. I stop instantly and refocus on you pleasuring yourself. “Don’t release yet darling, I want to feel you’re cum spurt deep inside me. ” I rolled over and pretended to close my eyes again.“Fuck,” I heard her whisper. She did NOT swear normally, (too pure for that too supposedly). She waited a few minutes and then started again, this time faster. She tried to not make any sounds but her breath was quick and frantic. Once again, I waited until she started really moving her hips and then I rolled over to face her. She quickly pulled her hand from her panties. In the dark, I rose up and slid my hand into her underwear and between.