It was His jobto do that to her.? It had never dawnedon her that all she had to do was say.No, and he wouldnot come, and she could go back to her norm...l life. But what was normal?HE was normal, to her. Her world was changing, and all that she had dreamed ofwas about to come true. But had she the courage to let it. It was still not toolate. It wouldn't be, until she let him use these handcuffs. She toyed withthen again and again, but they still had the air of both threat and somethingelse.. I fully belonged to Mustapha now. He had fertilized mewith his virility and made me pregnant with his love. His love was mybaby. He was in me, and I was his temple. He ruled me like the absoluteMaster.Six months into our relationship, I decided it was time for me to undergoa procedure which, as Najib said, was to be a woman's initiative. Onenight, I told Mustapha I wanted to dedicate my centre of femininity (mynavel) to him. The Macaon shop sold these belly-button piercing jewelsthat could be. The 1st was mum standing there in a lacey bra & knickers, 2nd was her bent over with a g-string on showing her sexy ass & her hot fanny lips just beneath a small piece of fabric, 3rd was just head shot with her lips wrapped round a hard cock, 4th & the best was mum lying back with blk stockings on so I could see her nice little titties, she had a huge smile on her face as she was spreading her hairy fanny open wide ? I was so engrossed in pulling myself over mum’s spread that I almost didn’t. “Pete?” Linda called out, and I was quickly standing in front of her. “Oh my god!” She said, throwing herself into my arms. “Oh god baby, this is perfect!”She felt perfect in my arms like that. She pulled back and I took a good look at her. Linda was wearing a see-through nightie that was cut so low that it stopped barely above her nipples. It was black, but I could see every detail of her. The way her dark puffy aureole capped her breasts, with her nipples poking out. And the equally sheer.