.Letzten Sommer kam sie mich dann immer öfter im Büro besuchen. Von der Schwangerschaft hatte sie sich gut "erholt" und sie war wieder sehr schlank.... Mir fast zu schlank. Sie hatte einen kleinen festen Arsch und kleine runde Titten. Sie trug enge Tops und Blusen und dazu Jeans oder enge Stoffhosen. Irgendwas reizte mich an ihr.Mit der Zeit fingen wir an, emails zu schreiben und wenn man sich nicht in die Augen guckt, wird man mutiger. So gab es von mir immer mehr zweideutige Anmerkungen, auf die. I had been invited for my birthday to spend the night at one of my friends homes. I was looking forward to being away from home and had been looking forward to this outing all week. A little after 7 on a Friday evening I left home and arrived at my friend Bobby’s houseBobby was a tall skinny guy standing about 6’2” and weighing about 180. He had medium length blond hair and blue eyes and was eight years older than me at 25 years old. I had known Bobby for most my life and he was a great friend.. This training was to prepare me to entertain a series of "guests" that she would access. These guests would be able to make use of my sexual permissiveness in ways agreed with My Lady. We met most Fridays, except when either of us were out of town on business. Initially I had played along with her training, as I had always enjoyed being naked with any clothed people, and I found it amusing to go along with each little element that contributed to satisfying her that she controlled me. I was. It was as if I was being punished for being naughty.She could see that I was enjoying it and started to tap a little harder. A wet patch was by now showing through my gusset. I swear that at one point I actually climaxed. Mary was enjoying the feeling of being in control and I was enjoying the feeling of being dominated. It felt lovely when she pulled my knickers down. She told me off for being wet; she said I was being naughty for enjoying it. There was me, on my knees, bent over her bed. Mary.