”Is this the end, does my retribution end here? Underneath the Brighton Pier on a chilly night, by the hands of a thug. I closed my eyes as memories...swamped my mind.Five months backIt was July 10. The weather was perfect, not a single cloud in the sky. As my wife and I rushed through the square of Covent Garden, my goal was to get to Theatre Royal Drury Lane. I say my goal because it was a birthday surprise for my wife, Julie. We bustled passed the market stools. I held her hand tight, as we. This producer uses French oak barrels to create a deeper taste that is less oaky than typical California chardonnay. But do you see how closing your eyes makes the experience richer??Jackie shrugged. ?What’s your point??Tilting his head, Collin motioned to Bowman for more wine to be poured. Bowman brought the bottle, pouring just enough to fill half the glass. ?Thank you, Bowman. Now,? he turned to Jackie, ?swirl it again, close your eyes and take another smell before you taste the. My property, my fucktoy, my submissive. I will be your Master, and I will teach you how I wish you to serve me, what I expect of you, and in return, I will take care of your needs. All of your needs. Understand?" he said."Yes, my Master," she beamed. Just saying that made her pussy gush. She was owned once again. Her heart soared. All this talk of Masters and sluts and serving had brought up the wonderful memories of when she was owned before. The joyous, delightful times she'd had with Jim –. Trust me you will love it!”“Steph, when did you start to play with yourself?”“I discovered this pleasure when I was 12 while I was showering... This warm water and the massage of the water-streams... it was amazing. Since there I started to masturbate.”Sarah watched me shocked. “Shhhh... don’t call it this way. Mom and dad could possibly hear us!”“But that’s how it is called... Masturbation. But if you feel better with ‘pumping the pussy’, ‘fingering’, ‘jill off’ or ‘beating the bean’ I will.