She impressed me from the start. Understood instructions. 

 45. Soft curves. Hair, slightly graying, long about her shoulders.

 I entered the room to find her naked, kneeling, her back to the bed which was to be our altar.

 I said nothing, but silently began to undress, her eyes on me. She licked her lips.

 Once I was naked, I uttered my first command.

 "Stand."

 She did so and I stepped forward to inspect her. I was already hard.

 I rubbed her nipples with both hands, then pinched them. Hard.

 She winced but remained silent. She had not yet received permission to moan.

 I then moved a hand down to her clit and inserted two fingers. Roughly.

 She gasped but again said nothing.

 I moved my fingers back and forth.

 "You like?"

 She nodded.

 "Who are you?" I asked.

 "I am your whore and worshiper.  Your tongue slave."

 "And who am I?"

 "You are He whom I adore."

 The script had been fax'd to her. She'd learned it well.

 "And how shall you be rewarded after your adoration?"

 "With your beautiful cock," she whispered, staring down at my meat ...