Now

Mrs. Winthrop wrapped her arms around Mindy's waist.

"Mindy I could almost fuck you right now, the sexual tension here's so thick you could cut it with a knife."

"Yes, Sally."

"In fact, I think I will," and two seconds later, Mrs. Winthrop’s hands slid to Mindy's breasts, and gripped each one.

Mindy felt both a charge and great relief: it was visible and a bit audible.

Mrs. Winthrop squeezed her breasts, then relaxed, squeezed, relaxed, squeezed, relaxed, repeating a few more times.

"Does that feel good, Mindy."

"Ahhhhhh...," Mindy cooed, "Yes Missus Winthrop, I mean Sally."

"Call me Missus Winthrop, better still, Mistress Winthrop, though I'm not going to whip you or wear black leather. You'll be the bottom, and I the top."

"Yes Mistress Winthrop."

"Atta girl: my big-titted servant girl."

Mrs. Winthrop continued to fondle and play with Mindy's breasts.

"Fuck! You're driving me crazy, Mindy! I love your tits so much!!"

More fondling and breast play, but also fondling around Mindy's body in general. Mindy was reacting favourably.

"Mindy, have you ever sucked pussy or been sucked?"