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It was a warm late spring afternoon when I arrived at her door, much like the one in Notting Hill with a large knocker in the middle, as I lifted the knocker I started to shake. Being aware that the centre of my back and armpits felt cold and shivery from sweat despite the nice warm weather. The knocker went down with a solid resounding thud. To late now I thought as I suddenly decided a need to spend a penny. I started talking with this lady, a “Mistress” about a year ago on the net and as I...