She continued stroking me as I got harder, imagining the two of them together.
“The thing is, I can’t go to her place, and we don’t want to go to some hotel, in case anyone sees us together, but I thought she could come here?”
The stroking got faster, as I imagined them in our bed. Would I be allowed to join them?
She must have read my mind as she chuckled, “and no, it would just be the two of us. I wouldn’t want you to be here, but I do have an idea.”
“I haven’t told you this, but I’ve kept in contact with Mistress, we email each other quite regularly, and I’ve found out quite a lot about her,. As well as having fun weekends like we attended, she also operates as a professional dominatrix. You wouldn’t believe some of the services she offers.”
I could feel myself getting close to cumming, as she continued to stroke and whisper in my ear.
“One of her services is Forced Confinement. It’s a prison scenario, you can pay to stay in her cell overnight. I thought about putting you in there one Thursday, while I brought Emma back here?”
I exploded in her hand, sticky cum flowing over us as I saw myself, locked in that filthy cell, while Louise and Emma enjoyed each other in our bed. “I’ll take that as a ‘Yes’,” she chuckled.
The next morning, as I got up, I wasn’t really sure about whether she had been serious the previous night. Had I misunderstood what she had said I my excitement? That suspicion was dispelled just before we left for work, as she casually mentioned, “you had better book a day’s holiday for next Friday.”
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