Chapter Twelve
It was mid-afternoon when I got back to Ms. Thompson’s home. During the trip she questioned whether she should continue the weekly rentals. She realized that if I didn’t take a chance and contact her, I might have been gone far longer. That evening she told me that the yacht woman would be here by the end of the week. She noticed the smile on my face. I was excited to see if this was Mistress Anna’s mother.
A couple of days later I was taken back to one of those gay orgies that her friend hosts each month.. It was obvious that she was not about to pass up that amount of money for a one night stand.
When I was returned in the morning, there was an unfamiliar car in the driveway. I walked in and approached her guests. The woman looked vaguely familiar. She was well-built an
