a new Mistress 3
I had become obsessed. Natasha was all i could think of. I had to concentrate to keep my mind on work or listen to my wife when we were togehter. Sex with my wife was still good, but I found myself tinking of Natasha to maintain an erection. I arrived at Natasha’s house, on time, the following Thursday night. I performed my usual strip in the foyer. Again, she called out to me, “In the bedroom, pet.” I ran down the hall and dropped to my hands and knees at the threshold and crawled into the bedroom. I glanced up for a second and saw her naked and smiling. She walked to the edge of the bed, sat down, scooched back so her feet could dangle, and beckoned me, “Come and greet your Goddess, pet.” …