Laura kneeled before the impeccably beautiful blonde with the bright yellow stilettos and white fishnet stockings.

Her eyes mysteriously drawn to the full mound nestled between her upper thighs,

beckoned by the lust that raged between her own legs. She was leggy, shapely, imperfect in her physical

integrity, and Laura had gone wet the very first time she saw her.

Her name was Katie Justin, but everyone called her madam or mistress.

Her sexual prowess was legendary among Las Vegas hookers, and there was no one there that could equal her skill at wooing the

opposite sex, or any sex, for that matter. Formidable men and women of both political and financial

means had made their way to her door, through the years of glory in her flesh and worship at her feet.

A rich Arab prince that had once visited her house in Vegas had once whisked her away out of the country

for a sexual liaison in a foreign country where he had proposed marriage and been

declined. And it was nothing for madam to be discreetly spirited away to the swank accommodations

inside D.C. by a very powerful political personage.

Laura had asked her if she might work in her house on a part-time basis,

after her husband had gone off with a young college girl several years ago,

and left her financially destitute, when the pain came like a hungry bear, and consumed the coins of her joy,

and there was no one found to buy her ransom. Madam had wooed the young housewife that day,

and loved her until Laura was nearly exhausted. She had looked Laura up and down the first day as the sound of her heels clicked on the stone floor beneath her. While she walked around Laura, Madam had raised her

skirt and passed her fingers over the front of Laura's panties, making the young brunette shiver in front of her vivacious

host, I would expect you to offer all services to my clientele, Laura, she had said, as her finger

slipped under the elastic band of her panties, and of course, without regard to gender, you will need to be discreet,

never discussing your clients with anyone, she had told her, as her fingers gently swirled around

Laura's clit, making the young woman soft at her legs. Madam had stepped in close to Laura and slowly ran the tip of her tongue

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