Sappho wasn’t a slut; she was a discerning courtesan, a lady and a woman of the first order: yes, she was a Mistress and a lover but she was one faithfully submissive to her Master and to her own addiction: yet, as the evidence showed, she was neither a w***e nor a prostitute but her libido matched the best of them.
Still, Johnston felt the need to expand their activities so he invited Sappho, all collared-up, to lunch with him at the local Diner.
Sure enough, their waitress was there and, as she received them, she smiled, knowingly, at both him and Sappho and ushered them to a quiet table near the window.
“Hi, what’ll it be today?”
“I’ve come for you!” replied Johnston.
“Come again?”
“Well, let me see...” and then Johnston mused, deliberately taking much longer than a moment w
