Comparing notes with Jill, we had come to the conclusion that Mistress was far wiser than we had given her credit for. One topic that consumed the two of us was where did Mistress gain all the wealth that she had at her disposal. Another subject was how many others had she aided in their quest for a higher education.

Later that evening Jill and I received an email telling us that we were to be at her place the next evening at 6pm. The security officer at the front desk will have a set of keys for us to enter her place to await her arrival. Stipulating that we were to wait for her naked, on our knees, head down, hands on our thighs palms up.

All day long all I could think of was what was in store for Jill and I later this evening. As five thirty rolled around, it found Jill and I walking towards Mistresses home. Entering the lobby, I spoke to the guard telling him we were expected at Miss Parker's home. As I spoke to the security guard, he gave both Jill and I a long look. There was a rather knowing look upon his face. I can only guess that we were not the first guests Mistress had invited into her world.

Reaching into a drawer, the guard handed me a set of keys. One key was for the elevator that allowed us to chose the penthouse floor. The other was for Mistresses front door.

Turning the key in the elevator the light on the panel for the penthouse light up. Looking over at Jill I could tell that she was nervous, her leg was shaking a bit as she tapped her foot on the carpeting.

Once we entered Mistresses home, we removed our clothing, and hung them up on the hooks by the door. We had about ten or so minutes before Mistress arrived. In those minutes Jill, and I explored a bit. Nothing more than wandering around looking at the paintings on the wall. Every one of them was the real deal, we spotted a couple of Rembrandt etchings, a Picasso, as well as a number of other well known artists. The amount of money hanging on her walls here boggled my mind.

My moment of adoration was cut short when we heard the elevator coming up. Rushing to the front hallway, Jill and I assumed our positions, kneeling with our heads downcast, and our hands resting on our thighs, palms up. We made it with seconds to spare before the elevator doors slid open.

As Mistress stepped out of the elevator, she took a look at us, and smiled. “Well, good afternoon my little man, and Jill, it's good to see you both again. If the two of you will follow me, we will start the day with a bit of a warm up.”

As Mistress headed down the hallway, we jumped to our feet, and followed her to the playroom. Unlocking the door, Mistress led me over to a table, pointing to where I was to sit. “Jill, please gather a bowl of warm water, soap, and a towel.” Running to the washroom Jill spent only seconds in gathering the required items.
Returning to the playroom, Jill was told to wash, and dry my cock, and the surrounding areas, my bottom included. It was a major effort to keep my penis under control as Jill manipulated my penis while washing me. Thankfully she did not linger long, saving me from a premature explosion.

Turning her eyes towards Jill, she had Jill replace me on the table as I was told to clean Jill's private places. “OK you two, in the dresser over by the door, you will find some clothes I wish you to put on.” opening the drawers, we discovered that there were a set of running shorts, as well as a couple of t-shirts. Donning these, we followed Mistress out the side door of her playroom, only to discover an entire gym set up. Every conceivable piece of exercise equipment was within the walls of this room.

“Alright you two, I will not have a couple of flabby subs following me around. From this day forward the two of you will adhere to a strict regime of exercise, as well as diet.
Jill, I never want to see you stuffing your face with a greasy, fat laden burger. I did not say anything at lunch when you shoved that poison down your gullet, but I was personalty disgusted to watch you eat that trash.”

Both Jill and I shared a glance, as we digested what Mistress was telling us. “Mistress, I think that I'm in fairly good shape, even though I don't sport a set of six-pack abs, I tend to take good care of myself.”

“Be that as it may, the two of you are about to begin a self improvement regime. So we are going to begin with some stretching exercises. Now if you'll excuse me, I will be back in a few moments.” Disappearing behind an old fashioned dressing screen, we saw Mistresses clothes being tossed over the top of the screen, and hang there awaiting her return.

When Mistress reappeared, she was dressed in a skin tight leotard that left nothing to the imagination. Directing us to the mats in the center of the room we began with a series of stretching movements that were guaranteed to make us hurt in the morning.

Over the next three hours, Mistress led us through a torturous series of weight lifting, treadmill running, rowing, the real killer was twenty minutes tossing a medicine ball back and forth with extreme impact tosses.

When Mistress finally called a halt to the workout, the three of us were totally soaked, our clothes hung to our bodies like wet rags. Directing us to another doorway we discovered a small room with a sauna, and a whirlpool tub large enough to hold a dozen people.

As we approached the tub, Mistress began stripping off her leotard, tossing it casually on a table nearby. This was the first time I had the presence of mind to study Mistresses body. The last time I saw her naked, I was far to consumed with my own fears about what was going to happen to me in our first session. Her body was that of a real Goddess, pure femininity, curves in all the right places, offset by a set of abs that you could bounce a quarter off of. Jill, never having seen Mistress naked, had her eyes locked on her body like a sub commander at his periscope waiting to fire off his torpedoes.

Following Mistresses lead, we divested ourselves of our shorts, and tops. The swirling water was hot enough that it took a couple of minutes to slide ourselves into. Although once in, we let out a collective sigh, as the tension began to melt away.

The conversation during this time was filled with nothing in particular, the weather, the school sports teams, etc. Just prior to the three of us melting into the swirling water Mistress ordered us to dry off, and return to the other room. Reaching into a closet Mistress removed three large terrycloth robes. Handing one to Jill, and one to myself, I donned the robe, and followed Mistress out of the gym, and up to her bedroom.

Tossing our robes aside, we crawled into her giant four poster bed. Mistress pulled the drapes closed around the bed sealing us in our own little world, cut us off from the outside world.

Reaching out, and pulling Jill into her embrace, Mistress began petting, and teasing Jill's body until Jill was crawling up the walls. Sliding downward, Mistress began to run her tongue along the inside of Jill's thighs, peppered with little kisses, as well as little nibbles on her tender thighs had Jill gasping for breath.

When at last Mistress clamped her mouth onto Jill's treasure, Jill released a scream that shook me out of my revery. Jill was twisting around to such a degree that Mistress needed to wrap her arms under Jill's bottom, and up around her waist to keep her still. In only moments Jill succumbed to her first orgasm, this was followed moment later by a second, and then a third climax the left her nearly unconscious.

Unwrapping herself from Jill's limp body, Mistress turned her gaze towards me. On her eyes, I could see that an animal had been unleashed, and was looking for an outlet for her passions. With cat like movement, she crawled the length of the bed until she had her face directly in front of mine. The moment our noses touched, Mistress pulled me in for a kiss, a kiss that shattered all my preconceived ideas of what a kiss should be. It burned in my mouth like a ghost pepper, a pepper that I would willingly eat at the drop of a hat.

Pushing me away, she lay back as she pulled my face towards the gates of heaven. Taking a lesson from watching her treatment of Jill, I began to dive into making Mistress cry out with pleasure.

For the next fifteen minutes Mistress begged my to push her over the edge, this however was not in my plans. After her first orgasm, I grabbed her by the ankles, and twisted her body face down. Straddling the back of her legs, I began to rim Mistresses little anus. While she was screaming out my name, I spit a glob of saliva onto that tight little hole. The moment Mistress figured out what I was aiming towards, she began to struggle to free herself from under my weight. She may have been my mistress, but right now my little cock was in charge. Too bad I was strong enough to keep her in place as my cock rammed itself into her backside. With both hands holding open her cheeks, I plowed into her bottom with a vengeance. Twenty or so pumps later, I was on the verge of a massive orgasm the likes of which I had never experienced.

Seconds later, my soul left my body, and entered Mistresses through her tight little bottom. Staying locked in place for the moment, I waited until my rabid cock softened, and slipped out of Mistresses bottom.

The two of us collapsed onto the bed, while we regrouped, and came back to earth. Moments later we crawled up the bed, and took Jill in our arms, pulling her close while Mistress, and I peppered her face with kisses.

Reaching down, I grasped the edge of the blanket, while pulling it up and over us. I had not realized that we had drifted off to sleep, until we heard Mistresses cell phone chirping. Looking at the clock we had slept only about forty minutes. Yet I felt more refreshed, as well as relaxed than I could ever remember.