...Don't get me started on that...While I waited on the door to open, my anticipation got the best of me...."What if she didn't want me again?" What i...f she would tell her Mom?" What if she would tell me to 'Fuck off'?" What if?????????"Finally the door openned, and Amanda stood as beautiful as ever...Nothing on but a towel, and her hair soaking wet from the shower..."Hi" she said...."Did you like the Show?" Well, It was great, but I was really pissed off that I couldn't finish mowing the. You will remember from my previous story that I sleep in the nude, so it was no surprise to wake in the night, aware of the incredible heat of another body pressed into my back.Making no movement at first, I assessed the situation and gave myself the green light – remember that moral compass? Still in the States, I fear.“Mmm,” I murmured to acknowledge her presence and to indicate I was ok with it.“Mmm,” she replied; we were on the same page, and with her body feeling about 451 degrees. “Lizzy you will address me as mistress, or miss, or I will punish you. You do know what it is like to be punished don't you Elizabeth?”“Yes err mistress, or rather no. I have never been punished even when I was young, I was rather spoiled as-” “Shut up blubbering Lizzy!” I tap her cheek with the crop and she blushes. “This is about respect and power, I have the power and you must respect that. But also I will respect you and you will also have power because if you say a safe word I have to obey. I then asked her if she had any other jobs I would love to help her. She pulled my shorts up, patting me on the butt and said to come by tomorrow, she would see if she could find something for me to do. As I was walking back home I began to think about what this woman just said to me. I was hoping that tomorrow she was going to give me another blow job. The next day, it was all I could do to keep from running over to my neighbor’s house as soon as I woke up. I waited what seemed an eternity..