I arrive at Ms. Collette’s door at the appointed time. I pause in the hot Arizona sun to take a deep breath. With nervous excitement I ring the doorbell, shifting the basket in my arms. I had never met Ms. Collette in person, had never even seen a picture of her, but there was not doubt in my mind who the lovely woman who opened the door was. She was shorter than I was, by a few inches, but her demeanor made her appear larger than she actually was.

    "Hello, Ms. Collette," I whisper, afraid of my voice.

    "Hello, Dennis. How was your drive?" Her voice was delicate, but I could hear a dangerous undercurrent of strength.

    "Fine, Ms. Collette. Thank you. And thank you for allowing me to visit you." I offered her the basket I had been clutching, "Here, Ms. Collette. Fresh Florida oranges. I thought you might like them."

    "That’s very nice of you," she said her voice much stronger than mine. It was obvious to me that this woman was used to getting her way. An advantage to being dominate, I reasoned.

    She invited me inside her home. The cool temperature of the air-conditioned house was a welcome change from the heat of the late Arizona morning. She gave me a brief tour of here home before taking me out onto the back patio. "Everything you need is in there," she said pointing to a well-kept utility shed. "I expect you to be done by four."

    I nodded, "Yes, Ms. Collette."

    I walked to the shed, and pulled open the door. Inside was a small, gas-powered lawn mower. I pulled the mower from the shed along with a small 5-gallon gas can. Making sure the mower was full of gas I fired it up. The engine roared to life with a powerful, vibrant sound. I glanced left and right, having never been here. Knowing my limited time to mow the large property I plotted a course and began to mow the grounds.

    For the next four hours I pushed the heavy lawn mower around Ms. Collette’s property. The procedure is time consuming, as there are a lot of trees to work the lawn mower around. But as the day progresses I can see the progress I am making, happy with my labors. Sometimes I get the feeling I am being watched, but glancing around I can see no one.

    When I finish, I return the lawn mower to the shed, and place the now mostly empty gas can back on its appointed hook. Turning around I was surprised to find Ms. Collette standing behind me; I had not heard her approach. "Take a shower in there," she says pointing to a small closed door. "When you are done meet me on the back patio."

    "Right away, Ms. Collette," I respond and proceed towards the indicated door. I quickly finished my shower, and returned, refreshed, to find Ms. Collette relaxing on a lounge chair drinking a glass of Seven and 7.

    "Dennis," Ms. Collette began, "we were interrupted the other day. Begin with my shoulders again. This time, we won’t have to stop."

    Nodding, I smile. I walk behind you and place my hands on your shoulders. Using my thumbs I press strong circles into the base of your neck. I run my thumbs up your neck, and pull them back down your throat. I massage your left shoulder with both my hands, firmly, strongly. I push my right palm into your shoulder blade and twist my palm back and forth. I alternate to the right shoulder and do the same thing.

    Standing on your right side I lift your right arm. I massage your arm from your shoulder down to your wrist, and back, squeezing your flesh, easing the tension within. Again I massage my way down your arm. I grab your hand in mine and proceed to massage your fingers. I pull your hand to my mouth and place a delicate kiss on each finger individually. I suck each finger into my mouth. Letting it out I blow cool air on the wet digits. I repeat this with your left arm. First massaging up and down, then the hands, bending the fingers, up, down, left, right. With my hand in yours I grip your palm and run my thumb in strong circles in the middle of your hand.

    I walk my hand back up your arm and drop it down your side. With both hands I knead your side, from your shoulder blade to your waist. I alternate sides, first the left and then the right. Up and down.

    Next I drop to my knees and crawl to your feet. I pick up your right foot, and begin to massage the sole. I press my thumbs into the bottom of your foot running them up and down rapidly, firmly. I massage the bottom of your foot with a firm hand. I use my palm to massage your heel.

I     look up to see you lying there on the lounge chair, your eyes shut, your mouth slightly open. A slight moan escapes your lips. The contented look on your face made me happy.

    I kiss your toes, one at a time. A gentle, light kiss. I extend my tongue and lick the gap between each of your naked toes. You moan again. I alternate between your feet, the left, the right, and back. I massage the top of your foot. Next I grab your ankle and begin to massage up your legs. I walk my hands up your leg, massaging your ankle, your calf, your knee, and your thigh. Squeezing your muscles, working my hands in a firm twisting motion. Pinching your thigh between my thumb and fingers I work away then tension I feel there.

    Finishing up with your legs, I acknowledge your next command.

    "Eat me," you hiss, your voice full of desire.

    I crawl between your parted thighs, your legs squeezing my head. I extend my tongue and begin this delightful task. I begin by rubbing my tongue up and down your slit, tasting the pleasing moisture there. Your scent is overwhelming, intoxicating.

    I extend my tongue fully and plunge it into your sex. My nose is pressed into your hot pussy. I nod my head, running both my tongue and nose up and down inside of you, my nose firm, my tongue dancing from side to side in rapid pulses.

    I press my lips into your pussy massaging the full lips with my mouth. My tongue all the while probing, licking, tickling inside of your warm, wet snatch. I crawl my mouth up to your clit and begin to run gentle little circles on the hardened nub. Back and forth my tongue tickles the sensitive bud. I can hear you moan in pleasure as my tongue licks your clit.

    I push two fingers into your pussy as I continue to pleasure your clit with my tongue. I plunge my fingers in and out of your wetness, coating them with your fragrant juices. Faster and faster I piston my fingers in and out of your steaming gash. Your moans of pleasure excite me, knowing I am bringing you such pleasure makes me happy and content.

    I remove my fingers and push in my right thumb into you. I use my thumb to oscillate your pussy from within. My ministrations cause you to emit another moan of pleasure. Smiling I continue to service your clit. My tongue baths it with tickling caresses. I coat your clit with my saliva, and then I pull my mouth an inch away. I blow a jet of air on your clit, sending a cold stream onto the sensitive flesh. I feel you shudder in pleasure. I repeat the gently tonguing of your clit followed by little bursts of cool air. The wetness of my saliva on your clit causes the air I blow feel cooler then it really is.

    I plunge my left thumb into your pussy next to my right. Together I use both of my thumbs inside of you. I run them around in circles, each running in opposite directions. I lower my mouth from your clit to your pussy again, running it inside next to my rotating thumbs.

    You are bucking your hips now in pleasure, the sensations of my ministrations causing your pleasure, causing me pleasure. My rotating thumbs and my tongue tickling tongue finally drives you over the edge and you buck as an orgasm rips through your body.

    I pull my thumbs from your dripping pussy, and suck my fingers into my mouth, savoring the juices my actions have produced. I take a deep breath, and lower my face into your sex again.

    After all, I hadn’t been told to stop.